OK so I’m back from my month-long blogging spring break …

Today I met my parents in Newark, Delaware to help with some errands. I’ve been up there the last four weekends as they’ve just moved from New Jersey into a rented house in Newark … long story, no doubt there will be more posts forthcoming on this. Anyway, on our way to look at houses in the area, my mom, dad and I headed down to the Newark, DE recycling facility to unload some of the cans and bottles that have collected over the previous month.

As we pulled into the parking lot, we were met by an attendant of sorts, interesting character — municipal orange vest, biker’s bandana, tinted sunglasses. Big thick arms with tribal tattoo wrapped around the left bicep. Baby porn ’stache. Oh, and female.

As I took one of the bins out to unload, my dad approached the woman inquiring about the materials breakdown. She sifted through our bin. Pulled out a Dannon container. She said “I’m sorry sir. We don’t have the authority to handle yogurt at this time. Check the sign (pointing).” At the same time my dad was putting the Dannon container back in our bin, my mom pulled out an empty bottle of Liquid Plum-r. The woman adjusted her shades, flexed her pythons, and said “That’s a corrosive, ma’am. You can include that with the normal trash pickup.”

Fortunately I was facing the other way (towards corrugated materials) ’cause I was laughing hysterically under my breath. I readied my cameraphone, though I feared I would get bodyslammed in the parking lot if I tried to snap her picture. So I waited till she got back in her truck, then snuck over to the bins, settling instead for a pic of the sign.

Then we checked out some trail … er, modular homes, then came back to the rental to eat some of the best Chinese food I’ve had in a long time. I had to clean my fingers of rib sauce just to type this out. And a yogurt to top it all off. In honor of A. Humongous.