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Dismay X 2

Yesterday we took our ancient grill to our local landfill to discard it. We used it for 10+ years before it became too rusted and unsafe to keep, so I didn't feel bad about trashing it. I've been to the dump before, and this time it seemed remarkably clean with very little trash in sight anywhere. My guy thought the same, and asked the attendant where all the trash has gone.

Turns out our landfill is currently used only as a transfer station for waste now because there's no more room for any more trash to be processed there. As the man was telling us this I began noticing all the big trucks filled with tires and things, and the grass-covered mountain beside us, and felt a bit chilled. It's not a big deal if we can keep finding places to open new landfills, but what happens when we run out of room for our garbage?

The other moment of dismay came when my guy stopped at a taco place for lunch. It's $15.61 for two taco meals now, but that wasn't what gave me pause. The lady who waited on us had to be 80 years old. She should have been home enjoying her retirement, but instead she was ringing up our order. She did fine, but I've never seen someone that elderly working at a fast food place. I'm starting to notice more 70-80+ workers around now, too. Is this how we should take care of our seniors, by making it so tough for them to get by they have to go back to work?

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