The Incinerator-Version 3
One morning, Jack woke up early and got out of bed. He walked quietly out to the living room and sat out on the couch. An idea was fluttering around in his head. Jack opened up his laptop and pulled up a search engine. With the curser still blinking in the text box of the search engine, jack scratched at his chin and his head trying to think of the search terms that fit his idea. Jack then decided to just type in the closest thing he knew might be relevant into the search engine and after the page loaded, he got a shock!
The ad read:
“For all of your Residential Disposable Incontinence Product Collection and Disposal, call Dick’s Disposal 747-555-8888 Competitive rates.”
It showed a picture of adult diapers, toddler and infant diapers and it described how they collect these items and how they disposed of them. In the ad, they mention that they incinerate everything they collect. The specific items that they collected Charlie used a lot of. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number shown on the screen.
The phone on the other end rang and rang and then a female voice picked up.
Female on the other end of the call: Dick’s Disposal how can I help you?
Jack: Hi, I have a couple of questions for you. Do you collect and dispose of diapered people as well?
Female on the other end of the call: Yes, we do. Just have them diapered and ready to be loaded at the curb or alleyway on collection day.
Jack: Do you charge extra for diapered people?
Female on the other end of the call: No sir, we do not. As long as the person is wearing only their diapers and is out by the time we arrive, we can load them.
Jack: Do you also take cloth diapers as well?
Female on the other end of the call: Yes, we do. Have everything out on collection day that you want collected and we’ll take it for you. Would you like to start service?
Female on the other end of the call: Are you a residential customer or a business?
Jack: I am both. My wife and I own a daycare and we’d like to have service at both the daycare and our home.
Female on the other end of the call: Sure, we can do that. Where is your daycare?
16814 Applewood lane in Van Nuys.
Female on the other end of the call: Ok, and now your home?
Jack: 10059 Mott St, in San Fernando Valley.
Female on the other end of the call: Great. That will be $70 a week at the daycare and $54 a week at your home. For one-time pick-ups, we charge $30 residential and $50 for businesses. We will also provide a 97 gallon can for you at no charge. We will drop it off at 4 am tomorrow.
Jack: That sounds great. May I pay this online?
Female on the other end of the call: Yes sir, you may. Just go to our website and click on “pay my bill” and then use your credit or debit card to make your payment. Once we receive your payment, we will start your service. When would you like us to start your service?
Jack: Thanks. I’ll do that as soon as we get off the phone. I will need a one-time pick-up on Wednesday if you can.
Female on the other end of the call: We will be in your area by 8 am so try to have everything out half an hour before we arrive. Is that going to be all?
Jack: Yes ma’am
Female on the other end of the call: Ok, then we’ll see you on Wednesday at 8am have a nice day and thank you for calling Dick’s Disposal.
The phone hangs up and Jack puts his cell phone down onto the coffee table.
Then he gets up and goes into the bedroom where his wife is just waking up and getting out of bed.
Jack: (To his Wife) Honey, I just ordered a one-time pick-up from this place that picks up disposable diapers, and they said that they would also take Charlie if we had him out at the curb by 7:30 am on Wednesday. They even said they would provide a 97 gallon can too!
Mary: That’s GREAT honey! Now we can get rid of Charlie and all of his diapers!
Jack: the best part is….they only charge $30 to take Charlie! Which reminds me, I need to pay them…I’ll be back.
Once he is done, he closes his laptop and then gets up and goes to the kitchen where his wife Mary is preparing her morning coffee.
Jack: Well, it’s done, and now we have a day and a half to gather up all of Charlie’s diapers. We can either put his safety bed and his clothing out for regular trash day or we can donate it all. I’ll leave that up to you honey.
Mary: I want you to go into Charlie’s closet and start taking all of his monthly packs of diapers out and throwing them into the trash can they are going to bring tomorrow. Then once that is full, you can use the two 32 gallon cans we have not been using for the trash, to fill up with any remaining diapers he has. As soon as I am done changing Charlie’s diaper, I will help you. Charlie is going to get this month’s supply of diapers today and I want you to unpack and then throw them into the 32 gallon cans and what doesn’t fit, we will carry out with Charlie Wednesday morning. Make sure to leave the diapers we are still using on Charlie until Wednesday.
Jack: Ok, I will go and start throwing his diapers away.
The sound of the front doorbell ringing was a tell-tale that Charlie’s new shipment of his monthly supply of diapers had been delivered and was waiting for them to retrieve.
Mary: Let me get that, then once you’re done taking these out, go down to the basement and go get all of his wet diapers inside all of the vacuum storage bags down in the basement from the last six weeks. Make sure to empty out each bag and then don’t bag the diapers up in trash bags, we don’t have enough trash bags for that. Just put them right into the trash cans. Then start throwing all of his clean and dirty cloth diapers, plastic pants and onesies that are also down in the laundry chute, in his changer drawers and down in the basement too.
Mary left the room and then went downstairs to go and get the usual four boxes of diapers. Each box had six packs of 24 diapers in each pack and they got 4 cases/boxes worth each month.
Mary opened the front door and started to drag each box into the living room. She then stacked them all near the front door so that on trash day, it would be easier to take them all out when the collection company came.
Then Mary came back upstairs and as she entered the room, she saw Charlie just waking up.
Mary: Well hello there my diapered little one, did you sleep well?
Charlie: Yes mommy, I did. What are you doing with all of my diapers? How come they are out of my closet?
Jack: Well, son, we are throwing them all away.
Charlie: mommy? What am I going to wear if you throw all of my diapers away?
Charlie’s mom and dad look at each other and then Mary answers.
Mary: Well, we are also throwing you away too! We are having a special trash company come and take you and all of your diapers, and clothing away because you don’t have long to live and we can’t afford to bury your body when you die.
Charlie: But, but, but, I don’t wanna be thrown away mommy! NO! I don’t wanna!
Mary: Sorry Charlie! We’ve already made the arrangements and we already paid for the service. We can’t get our money back! YOU….ARE GOING to be disposed of if you want to….or not! Have you decided what diapers you’d like to wear for disposal? We are going to let you pick the diapers you want to wear. If you don’t pick, we will pick FOR you!
Charlie: Do I have…to pick mommy?
Jack: son, I personally don’t care what you are wearing when the trash company comes for you, but your mother seems to want to make you as comfy as possible. SO…your last diaper change will be at your bedtime and then no more diaper changes after that. SO you’d better start thinking about what you want to be wearing!
Mary: Charlie, may I suggest that you have us put you into six layers of your favorite toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers with one of your thick #AweSoCute diapers over them? It will help you stay drier for longer until they get you to wherever they take the trash.
Charlie: Yes, mommy, I want to wear that!
Mary: Ok, good, then Jack, go ahead and throw out all of Charlie’s size six modified, clean disposable diapers too while you are at it.
Jack: OK, done! I’ll make Charlie carry two or three packs of his unopened parent’s Choice size six diapers out to the trash truck when it comes Wednesday morning.
Charlie: Do I have to carry my own packs of diapers out to the trash truck?
Mary: YES! The trash gets to carry some of the packs of diapers out to the trash truck when it comes unless we decide to put you into one of the trash cans and then wheel you out to the truck, then the can will carry the packs out.
Tonight, when you go to bed, it will be your last diaper change Charlie. If you are still wearing that old stained, leaked-in, wet, filthy onesie, you will have to stay in it until we take you out to the truck and then either your dad or I will take it off of you right before you go out of the front door to the trash truck. The trash men want you to be wearing only your diapers when you come out to be loaded.
Charlie: Mommy! I don’t wanna be disposed of! I don’t wanna go with the trash men! NO! I hate you! I’m NOT going!
Mary: YES! YOU….ARE!!! If your dad and I have to carry you out to the truck, we WILL! You ARE being thrown away with your diapers like it or not! Until then, you will be staying in your safety bed while your dad and I finish throwing all of your diapers and clothing away!
Charlie: I want some milk mommy….can I have some milk?
Mary: SURE…I’ll go pour you some milk in your drink bottle.
Mary takes Charlie’s tall drink bottle and goes downstairs to the kitchen to fill it with milk. Then, when she has filled it, Mary brought the full drink bottle up to Charlie and gave it to him.
Mary: Now, until it is time to go out with your diapers, you can have as many drinks as you want; milk, water, apple juice, grape juice, kool-aid and whatever else we have.
Charlie takes the full bottle and then starts to drink it greedily.
Jack comes back into Charlie’s room and begins to whisper to Mary and then he walks out again and then Mary follows. Then Mary comes back into Charlie’s room after she had taken Charlie’s stroller down to the car.
Mary: Charlie? We are going out on a last-minute errand. You are going to come along.
I am going to take you out and bring you to the car.
Charlie: Where are we going mommy?
Mary: Oh…don’t worry…you’ll see when we get there…… (Lowering the safety bed side and helping Charlie out and onto his feet) Come with Mommy so we can get going.
Charlie and Mary walk down the stairs, Charlie wearing nothing but his onesie, his thick, crinkly AWE-SO-CUTE blue teddy-bear diapers with three thick and bulky booster pads inside. Mary opens the front door, takes Charlie’s fully stocked diaper bag from the stand near the door and puts it over her right shoulder before grabbing the keys and closing and locking the front door. Then Mary took Charlie’s left hand and then escorted him out to the car where he was helped into his disability car seat and strapped in. Then Mary closed the right rear passenger door and then opened the right, front passenger door and then got in, closed the door and then she put her seatbelt on. Jack started the car and then put it in reverse, then backed out of the driveway, then stopped, then put the car into drive, and then started to drive away from the house and out to the nearby main street.
Jack drove out to the industrial district of Van Nuys and then pulls up to the curb in front of a large metal building and then shuts the car off. Then Mary and Jack start to get out. Jack goes to the rear and opens the trunk and then takes Charlie’s Disability pushchair (Adult Stroller) out and then unfolds it and gets it ready to put Charlie into while Mary opens the right, rear passenger door and then gets Charlie unbuckled from his disability car seat and then she helps him out and onto his feet where Jack pushes Charlie’s Pushchair/stroller over close to Charlie so that he can sit in it. Then Mary straps and locks him in.
Charlie: Daddy? What is this place?
Jack: OH…it’s where all of the diapers, clothing and people like you are brought that the special trash companies collect. They called me and told me to bring you down here so that you can get to see what happens to everything and so that they can meet you before you become their property.
Charlie: NOOOO! Daddy! NOOO! Don’t make me go in there!!!!
Jack: It wasn’t a request son….the company ordered us to bring you here! We have to do it!!!
Charlie: OHHHHHH! I don’t wanna! UH!
Jack: Too bad…so sad!!!!
Mary gets behind the stroller and starts to push it while jack walks beside Charlie as they all go into the front office. Once inside, jack steps up to the counter, raises his sunglasses and…..
Jack: Uh…um!
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