Shopping at the Dump

For those of us who like rooting through other people’s cast-offs, there is a little shed at my local Transfer Station (aka The Dump) that is like a slice of heaven on earth. This shed is home to the Swap Shop (just to the left of the Book Barn, the site of more happiness), and trumps all other forms of scavenging – Goodwill, yard sales, and so forth – because the bounty that you see before you is free for the taking.

Ye Olde Swap Shop

Yes, it can get a little depressing at times to squeeze in among the other human seagulls, desperately hunting for that perfect item, like the replacement carafe that you needed for your coffeemaker or the coffeemaker that you needed for your broken carafe. But it’s all worth it for moments like the one I experienced today, when I brought along a few members of my extended family on my Dump Run (quality time) and introduced my five-year-old nephew, Jon Luke, to the joys  — and sometimes heartbreak — of the Rockport Swap Shop. He came away with an item so prized that it seemed almost unbelievable to him, a gift magically appearing out of a humble little shed, as if there were actually a Trash Fairy and today was a holiday he had never heard of. And it shall be called Trashmas.

Maybe creating a holiday around the Swap Shop is too much to ask, but if you had seen Jon Luke racing around in his new-to-him Swap Shop find this afternoon, you might have felt a little secondhand magic stirring in your heart.

Jon Luke’s find: A Retractable Batman Cape. Holy Swap Shop!

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3 thoughts on “Shopping at the Dump

  1. i LOVE the dump. my best ‘stuff’ is from the dump or from trash by the curb that i intercept before it makes it to the dump.
    every town should have such a dump. recycle, right?

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