Strange experience #1 – going to the dump on a weekday. The stuff has been piling up. Almost a mountain in the garage. Odd closings over the holidays plus ridiculously cold weather caused me to postpone the trip I knew I needed to make.
And today I finally went.
I had it on my list, and wanted to get it out of the way. Even though I hadn’t had time to do a real purge, I had more than enough to fill my car. So I drove the familiar route to what is officially called “The Transfer Station”.
As familiar as the route was, it felt weird to drive in there. It wasn’t packed with people – the weekend warriors. And everyone there seemed a lot older than me. I felt almost like they were looking at me, as if asking, “What on earth are you doing here in the middle of the week?” But actually I think that was just me thinking that. They probably didn’t even notice I was there.
I decided to enjoy the moment. I get to do this in the middle of the day. I don’t have to wait until Saturday and race to get there with everyone else. I can wave to the attendant, watch the cans and bottles go down the recycling chute and listen to the music they make as they crash into others.
It was then I saw a woman. Walking with a cane and trying to carry bags of recyclables from the car to the chute. Struggling because it’s hard to hold a bag of stuff in only one hand.
I asked her if she needed help, and she gratefully accepted it. It took about 2 minutes. And we chatted while we worked together. I went home with a song in my heart.
Why? Because I had time to pay attention. I had time to notice. I had time to really see her. And I had an interaction I would have otherwise missed.
So forget about feeling funny that I was the youngest person at the dump. I met a beautiful person today.
What might you notice today if you pick your head up and look around? Try it and share what happens in the comments.