This isn't very interesting but...
... I needed somewhere to vent my spleen about the twats that run our local household waste site.
I'm in the middle of moving house and, being an almost fanatical hoarder or crap (old computers, boxes that'll never use, magazines, etc.) I had a ton of stuff to get rid of. So I loaded my car up to the gills with boxes of crap and drove merrily one recent Saturday morn to the local tip.
"Are you a business?" asks the Mr Prosser type refuse worker, to which I replied that I wasn't. I offloaded the crap and then drove back home for more, which this time included a couple of very dead Macs in various sharp metal bits.
I got back to the tip and officious little man came running out:
"You can't dump these here, you're a business! And you didn't sort out your rubbish in the last lot!"
It turned out that he'd found an envelope from my previous dumpage with my freelance business name on and it wasn't even the address I was living at anymore. So, despite my attempts to try and tell him that these were home computers, he refused to let me unload, telling me instead to hire a skip from the council (min. 28 day wait).
Muttering under my breath I hot footed it to another refuse site just over the border in Lancashire (I live in Yorkshire), where I was helped by not one, not two, but three very jolly council workers who were only too happy to help me get rid of my stuff.
I've been back three times since with more rubbish and they've got to know me, asking how the move is going etc. etc.
Craven District Council suck.
Pendle Council rock!

Apologies for shiteness.
(Ghostlight, Thu 26 Jul 2007, 15:21, Reply)