Recycling

Now that my failed shed base is smashed up, I'm going to have a lot more bike-trailer trips to the dump. My first booking of 2025 was for today. I'm allowed one visit a week with a maximum of 100 litres (that's roughly 240kg of dry concrete). My trailer capacity is 60 litres but I don't fill it solid. So I reckon it's fair for me to do two trips per booking and I've never yet been turned away on my second visit.

SCENE ONE
I show the gate person my booking confirmation and ask whether it'd be OK to bring the second half of my load later.
'This booking allows you only one trip.'
'OK, but I can carry only half of the 100 litres I've booked; could I bring the rest later?'
'It depends who's on the gate when you get here.'
'If you're on the gate, will you let me in?'
'Yes.'
'Great, thanks. I've never met anyone here who wasn't kind.'
'You could.'

SCENE TWO, 50 minutes later
A different gate person looks at my very full trailer and grins.
'Bay 7, and if anyone asks, just tell them you've got a booking.'
'I have got a booking.'
'Cool!'

SCENE THREE
I park my bike carefully at bay 7 so that the weight of the trailer doesn't tip the bike over. A hi-vis employee walks over.
'You leave that lot, I'll do it.'
He empties my four buckets of claggy clay studded with lumps of concrete while I deal with my four broken bricks.

RHETORICAL QUESTION
Who had the happiest day (life)?