A friend of The Broken Stove needed help--and my pickup truck--to get to the local metal scrap recycling center with her totally non-metaphorical broken stove. At first I thought it would be just a typical favor from a friend with a truck to a friend without one. Not a big chore, but not exactly a barrelful of monkeys. But then I saw THE CLAW (see picture).
It turns out that at the center you can pull in with your bed full of scrap (just one stove in our case), get weighed, pull up to THE CLAW, and THE CLAW WILL REACH DOWN TO YOUR TRUCK like the Harvester in Terminator Salvation, and effortlessly lift your scrap away. It was very cool. Then you get weighed again on the way out and paid based on the difference in weight. My friend got four whole American dollars! OK, not much, but as she pointed out, it beats paying the county for the privilege of throwing it in their pile.
Now I find myself looking around the house for stuff that I can break, just so I can OFFER IT TO THE CLAW. "[It] has been chosen, [it] must goooo!"
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It was SOOOO cool! Much cooler than I'd anticipated, especially since that darn stove was heavy.
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