ONE MAN'S RUBBISH IS ANOTHER MAN'S GOLD

Tu Tangata, Issue 27, 1 December 1985, Page 54

ONE MAN'S RUBBISH IS ANOTHER MAN'S GOLD

Rummaging at rubbish dumps has long been a country-wide problem. The obvious health hazards, and the array of signs, don't seem to make a difference. Even owners of late model cars don't appear immune to that “lucky" find. With more people out of work and a lot of time on their hands, what better than scratching around the local ‘tip’ after those ‘choice’ articles. It seems to appeal to one’s nosey nature, or simply getting things free. Interestingly some people will go to great lengths to be in ‘first’. Up our way they will travel great distances trailer in tow; and others are known to arrive at dawn. My neighbour is often waiting at the gate. Dusk appears to be the preferred time being at the end of the industrial working day. While many roll out of bed Saturday morning to netball, footie or golf, some head off to the ‘local’.

Waipu has a very good reputation but Whangarei Central is considered thrashed. So next time you’re at the tip, don’t let that Commodore car fool you look at how he’s eyeing up your load of rubbish. This article was prompted by an experience the other day having opened my car boot to dump the household garbage I was assailed by someone who got to it before I did!