I’m a little OCD about germs (okay, a lot). But if you remember, I also love to get a good deal. So, it only makes sense that it came as a pleasant (this is probably the first time I’m using this word to describe trash) surprise to learn that a whole world of metal scrapping exists.
It also ended up being a pleasant (again, strange use of this word) surprise that the previous Bunker Hill home owner was a hoarder — refrigerators, stoves, metal desks — who worked as a machinist = lots of heavy metals.
And so came my introduction to the wonderful world of scrapping. First we piled a dump truck up with all of the metal and then came the waiting, or was it weighting?
- You wait in line to have your truck weighed
- You wait to dump all of the weight out of your truck
- And then you get your truck weighed again after waiting in another line
And some of these places are actually pretty nice, hmm, or maybe it was just nice that I went there with trash and walked away with cash?