it is a weekend pilgrimage.
stocking up the car with crap, then driving sedately down to the local tip, which is now to be known as a recycling centre ...

if there are more than about six cars in the queue to get in, most folk decide they can't wait, so they stagger up the lane with weighty bags full of old socks, toe clippings, washing machine parts, pieces of wood ....

only, just when they get half way there, the car queue starts moving again.

that's when they freeze.
unable to make a judgement, they simply stand in the road, conveniently placed to stop the cars trying to get out to make way for the rest of us.

this, reproduced on a large scales, makes a trip to the tip last about five times longer than it should, as we all sit in our cars burning precious fossel fuel and cursing our fellow man.

sort of defeats the object, really, i think.

so next time, i'm leaving room in the back for the next silly old git who decides to do this, so i can shove him in the back of my car before pushing him through the narrowest hole in the bottle bank.

that is all.