When my brother, sister, and I were young, we didn't have trash pickup at our house. (Which is totally weird considering we lived in a subdivision in the suburbs.) My dad had a jeep and a trailer and we'd throw the full trash bags into the trailer and every couple of weeks we'd drive down to the landfill, which was about 15-20 minutes away from our house, dump our bags of trash and then he'd take us to Hilltop Grocery, which to this day still has a sign in the window proudly announcing "Live Bait".
He'd buy us each a Martinelli's apple juice, which came in a cute apple-shaped bottle, and one bag of M&Ms for all four of us to split. This was a big deal because we generally weren't allowed to have juice or candy.
We'd stand in front of the store drinking our juice, holding out a hand for our dad to pour M&Ms into. Our hands were probably filthy having just come from the dump, but back then, people weren't so afraid of dirt and no one had heard of Purell.
After our snack, we'd load back into the jeep and go home. A couple of weeks later, my dad would say, "I'm going to the dump" and we'd all beg, "Can I go to?" "I want to come."
The moral of the story is, being down in the dumps isn't always such a bad place to be when you're with the right people. Thanks for all your support yesterday.