Long Overdue

Today was my day to go to the dump.  Exciting, I know.  I don't look forward to dump runs, primarily because I carry all the bags in the back of my car.  That would be my nice, new car.  At least, it used to be nice and new.  As I pulled into the dump, a truck in front of me pulled up to a dumpster, and the driver got out.  Then I was in for a happy surprise.  The driver of the truck was  a good friend of mine, who I haven't seen in months.  We greeted each other with big smiles and hugs, and caught up with each other's lives, while we stood in the middle of the dump.  I had to laugh at the absurdity of our meeting place, given the fact that we have been trying to get together for so long.  Dump or not, it was a beautiful visit, and one that was long overdue.