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**The Mind Can't Distinguish between Imagination and Reality**
the goal of the Nazi Euthanasia Program was to kill people with mental and physical disabilities. In the Nazi view, this would cleanse the “Aryan” race of people considered genetically defective and a financial burden to society. e goal of the Nazi Euthanasia Program was to kill people with mental and physical disabilities. In the Nazi view, this would cleanse the “Aryan” race of people considered genetically defective and a financial burden to society.
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Note: There is a rule in most junkyards that says: "It doesn't matter what's inside the vehicles when the vehicles are loaded into the crusher" That being said, if there were a lot of cloth pre-fold diapers, a lot of packs of disposable diapers and a diapered person inside the vehicle when it was loaded into the crusher, it would not matter, based on the above rule.
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Foreword:
In
this new dystopian world we live in, where the Nazi Playbook is in
play, and history is repeating itself, Donald
J. Trump has
decided that in order to save even more money, he must order the
disposal of ALL of the disabled people that can't work and usually
these people wear diapers full time. He also wrote the wording of the
orders for forced disposal of the disabled, to be forced to wear
diapers for three months, 24/7 prior to their disposals and then
during the entire disposal process.
*The
Mind cannot distinguish the difference between imagination and
reality.”
In
the early morning hours of Wednesday, the final day that Adam was
going to be at home with his mom, his dad, his two brothers, also
still in diapers due to disabilities, Adam's mom came in to change
his diapers and get him ready to go to the junkyard where the family Ford van was being taken. Adam's mom had thoroughly explained to him
that he, his diapers, clothing, diaper bags, his stuffed animals, and
all of the leftover clean cloth pre-fold diapers, plastic and rubber
pants, onesies, opened and unopened packs of his clean disposable
diapers as well as any of his wet cloth and disposable diapers were
already inside the van waiting to be taken to the junkyard to be
left there. The man who owned the Junkyard said that he was willing
to take the van as junk and it didn't matter what was inside of
it, all that mattered was that when the van arrived at the
junkyard, it had to be weighed, then the tires and wheels had to be
taken off and the fuel tank, the engine and transmission had to come
out and then the van would go directly to the staging area where
it would wait to be crushed. The man who owned the junkyard, met Adam
while his mom and dad came to the junkyard to inquire about how much
they could get for their old Ford van which had a lot of diapers in it
and would have their diapered son inside.
The
owner began to explain to Adam's mom and dad that The current US
President had a new program that allowed him to take “Disabled” people no matter what age they were, and in any condition and that it
didn't matter what they were wearing. The owner continued to explain
that these disabled person MUST be wearing diapers for the entire
process from arrival until their disposal is complete.
Owner of the Junkyard: Hi there Adam, nice to meet you. Your mom and dad brought you here to be crushed inside the van they are beinging to me. I see that you are wearing nice, thick disposable diapers with cloth pre-fold diapers underneath. I sure hope they will hold you over until you, your diapers and the minivan are loaded into my crusher.
Adam: Do...you care what condition my diapers and I are in before you loa them and I into the crusher?
Owner of the Junkyard: No, afraid not! It doesn't matter what condition that your diapers and you are in, I don't care if they are wet, dry, ripped, torn or not. You and everything inside the van are going to be crushed, no matter what! Now, I also own everything that is inside the van once I pay your dad for the van. That means that I also own you and the diapers and I can do...whatever I want to you and with you and the diapers.
Adam: (Looking a bit concerned) Will my diapers be getting changed once the van becomes yours?
Owner of The Junkyard: Nope! I don't care if your diapers are wet or not. Far as I care, you...can stay in the diapers you have on. If you know how to change yourself, then you can do so while you are in the van. While you are in the van, you HAVE to stay in the van, you won't be allowed to walk around. Understand? I may....let you come out for just a few minutes during the day, or just before I leave for the day. I am going to make sure you can't get out of that van overnight so....maybe by the next morning, we may be able to load the van you're in, into my nice crusher. Oh, before I forget, I have to take you and all of those diapers, onesies and sleepers over to the scale to weight them and you. You WILL need to be weighed so that I can get paid for the weight when you are brought here.
Adam: So, when will you take me to weigh my diapers, onesies and all of my stuff and I?
Owner of The Junkyard: Hmmmm.....I may do that in the next...oh.....few hours or so after you arrive.
Adam's Mom: Ok....sweetie, ready to...go back home for a few days until it's time to bring the old van here?
Adam: Um....ok....(Waving to the Owner of the Junkyard) Bye.....
Owner of The Junkyard: Ok...bye-bye....see you soon.....
With that, Adam's mom and dad put him back into their big SUV and buckled him into the seat before getting in and driving back home. Adam's father was busy talking about how they were going to load the old Ford van up with all of Adam's diapers, onesies, sleepers, plastic pants, rubber pants, his pocket cloth diapers, his 3,000 cloth pre-fold diapers and all 300 packs of opened and unopened plastic-backed disposable diapers that night so that by morning the van would be ready to go to the junkyard. Once Adam, his mom, dad, and younger diapered 14 year old brother and his older 17 year old diapered brother got home, Adam's mom took the three boys into their room to have their diapers changed so they can be ready to eat dinner. Once the three boys were wearing nice, clean thick, bulky, crinkly, plastic-backed disposable diapers, then their mom told them to get to the table and sit down. They did, sitting at their usual chairs. Adam was one of the boys that mom wanted to hand-feed l, diaper, and care for as though he were still 1.5 or 2 years old. Mom insisted on this because "it was in his best interest". Now, tonight was the last night at home for Adam. Mom decided that she was going to pick the onesie he was going to wear and the pants he was going to wear to the junkyard. Adam was going to be able to choose what diapers he wanted to wear to the junkyard the next morning.
Adam: (Being layed down onto the diaper changing table by his mom) Mom? Do...I have to go to the junkyard tomorrow?
Mom: Yes, sweetie, you do. see, your dad and I can't afford you any more AND the current president doesn't want any more disabled people because then it costs too much to take care of people like you that can't do much. We have orders to dispose of you and all of your diapers, clothing, toys, stroller and anything else that belongs to you. The junkyard was willing to take you, your diapers, clothing, toys, stroller and what belongs to you. The junkyard is going to pay us for the weight of your diapers, clothing, toys and you, whatever you weigh. Then, once they are done weighing you, your diapers, clothing and anything else, you and everything will go into the van and may need to stay there until they say otherwise or until it's time to crush the van.
Adam: You mean.....my diapers, my clothing, toys and diaper bags are all going to get crushed in our old van at the junkyard?
Mom: UM...yep! that's right. Once they buy the van and everything inside, that includes you, then you and your diapers and things will then belong to them, to do with as they see fit, and YOU...little man, won't have....a choice! Now, I am going to choose what clothing you will be wearing to the junkyard, and before you ask, yes, you CAN choose the diapers you will be wearing.
Adam: Why can't I just wear only my diapers and say...a t-shirt?
Mom: OH because, I want you to be wearing something nice and comfortable until we get to the junkyard. THEN...I will take off anything you don't want to wear before I put you into the van.
Adam: Are.....you....going to change my diapers before you put me into the van?
Mom: UM, well, we will see. I may...or I might not. I WILL however....check your diapers one last time and see if they need to be....if they do, then I will, if they aren't that bad, then I won't.
Adam: Did that man at the junkyard say that he was going to change my diapers or not?
Mom He told you that if you...want to change your own diapers, then you can, otherwise, you will just have to stay in the ones you have on. He doesn't care what you have or don't have on. He doesn't care if your diapers are wet or not. Now, what....diapers would you like to wear to the junkyard.....(Going to the closet where my diapers are and opening the door) Pick ANY of these disposable diapers and or any of your cloth pre-fold diapers and any of the pocket cloth diapers you wish to wear to the junkyard.
Adam: Um.....I want........the.......Kleenex Huggies Disposable diapers in that....blue pack...with some of my....cloth pre-fold diapers on underneath.
Mom: Ah.....OK.....I can do that....how many of your....cloth pre-fold diapers would you like me to put on you?
Adam: Um.......How about......four layered cloth pre-fold diapers?
Mom: Sure.....not...a....problem. I am going to start putting you in four to six layered cloth pre-fold diapers underneath your thick, bulky crinkly plastic-backed disposable diapers until we go to the junkyard. That way, you will be used to the thickness between your legs. Cloth diapers work better in layers anyhow.
Adam: But, but, but....MOM!!! That's going to be...too thick! I will barely be able to...walk!
Mom: Well, that's good...because...you won't need to walk much. This way, you won't need to have your diapers changed before the van gets crushed.
The old 1985 Ford van, is going to the junkyard with your diapers and you inside and the owner said it doesn't matter what's inside. He isn't going to care about your diapers or you either.
Mom diapers Adam and then stuffs Adam's diaper with the large amount of used baby wipes into the crotch of his thick, bulky plastic-backed Huggies For Him Storytime XL disposable diapers via the left leg elastics, which some of the wipes now stick out from the leg elastics, then she put one of his onesies on then puts a pair of cargo pants on him then his shoes and socks.
Mom: O...K....(Sighing) All...ready to go to the junkyard....I just have 10 of your packs of disposable diapers and two stacks of your cloth pre-fold diapers and plastic pants to put into the van then it's time to get into the Truck with us to go to the junkyard. Yoir dad already has the van on the trailer and ready to go.
Adam: Mom? Why...am I going to the junkyard wearing only my diapers?
Mom: Because....that's how we want you dressed sweetie. The owner of the junkyard doesn't care what you have or don't have on....while you are in the van. You and the diapers are just....trash inside the van...to him.
Mom sits me down inside my seat just behind her in the front passenger seat then fastens my seatbelt before tossing my fully stocked diaper bags, both of them, one for my cloth pre-fold diapers and one for my disposable diapers; then puts four packs of my Huggies Disposable diapers on the seat to my left.
Then she closes the door and gets into the passenger seat and buckles her seatbelt.
We waiting for a few minutes while my dad did a few final checks on the trailer before he got in, started the SUV then drove to Auto Recyclers WY.
As we turned into the junkyard, dad drove into the back where the scales were. The junkyard weighed the trailer with all Adam's diapers, onesies and sleepers inside then motioned for dad to drive over to an area where the forklift operator could pick the van up and set it down near the trailer so that dad could move the SUV. Dad moved about 100 or so feet then stopped. Mom opened her door then opened my door to get Adam out.
Mom: (Sighing) Ok....we're here....time to....get into the van with your...diapers now.
Adam: But, but, but....mommy! PLLLLLLEASE! PLLLLLLEASE don't leave me here! PLLLLLLEASE! (Mom grabbing my left hand in her right and pulling me across the yard over towards the van) Mooooom! STOOOOOOP! I....I....don't.....wanna go in there!
The owner of the Junkyard walks over to where Adam's mom is getting ready to walk Adam to the van and put him in;
Junkyard Owner: Well.....you sure look...comfy in your...diapers....(turning to look at Adam's mom) Does he need his...uh...diapers changed or...anything before he...goes into the van?
Adam's mom: I am about to check. If he is wet, I will change him in the van. This will be....his last diaper change.
Owner of The Junkyard: Once you're done there, I....need to...take him and weigh him and all of his diapers at the scales before you...put him into the van...ok?
Adam's mom: Sure. He's...ALL....yours...to...do...whatever you want with.
Adam: but, but, but....wait! WAAAIT! You mean to...tell me.....that....my......diapers...AND....I....are going to be....owned.....by....THAT....guy?
Mom: That's precisely.....what this means! The owner has your custody papers now. I signed them over to him. Now....you and your... diapers belong to the owner of this junkyard! You have to do...what he says from now on....OK? Now....lay down for me....there....now, let’s....check your....diaper....(sticks index and middle fingers into my diaper through the left leg elastics) Uh....huh...nice, wet and squishy. Let's get....you changed and this onesie off you....this.....will be...your...last diaper change...from me...OK?
Mom changes my diaper then puts my folded-over wet diapers next to me on my left side on the van's floorboard as she opens the new Modified Pampers Size 8 diaper with three Tranquility Booster Pads inside. Then mom opens up one of Adam's Tranquility All-Through-The-Night diapers in size medium and slides it underneath his already thickly diapered bottom then pulls the front of the diaper up and fastens the tapes. Then, mom takes the whole wad of used baby wipes (over 60) and stuffs them all into the left leg elastics of Adam's clean disposable diaper. A quite a few of the wipes now stick out of the leg elastics.
The owner of the junkyard rubs his hands together.
Junkyard Owner: Hi, Adam, uh...after your mom gets done with you, I need to.....take you and all of your diapers over to our scales and weigh you and them. Once we're done with that, I will take you and the diapers over to the van and...put you and them in. If you want anything, water, food, until it's time to load the van into our crusher, either myself or someone here can get whatever you need. Have...any... questions for me?
Adam: Will....I...get my....diapers changed until it's time to get crushed?
Owner of the Junkyard: No, afraid not. If...you can do it yourself, then....by all means, do so, otherwise, you will just have to....stay like that.
Adam: Why...do you need to....weigh me?
Owner of the Junkyard: It's so that after the van gets crushed, and I take the van to the other place that buys my scrap, they weigh everything and I may need to explain the weight.
Adam: Does it....matter what's inside the vehicles when it's time to crush them?
Junkyard owner: No, it doesn't. Whatever is in the vehicles, gets crushed inside the vehicle. We will be loading other pieces of metal inside there before the van gets crushed.
Adam: Even if....I...am in there?
Junkyard Owner: Yes, even...if you are in one of the vehicles.
Adam: Do you...care what condition my diapers and I are in?
Junkyard owner: No, not....really. If...one of my customers wants to say....buy the diapers from the van, .....I will let them, otherwise, whatever is left in the vehicle when we load it into our crusher, is getting crushed, that....includes you.
Adam: What if...a customer wants my diapers and I?
Junkyard owner: While that is not that likely to happen, if, for some reason it does, I may charge a...finder's fee and a storage fee and let them take you, otherwise, you will just have to....stay inside the van until it's time to crush it. There's...no walking around, don't....excessively bother my employees, and when I am here, during the day, I might let you out for a little bit, maybe....you can... help me do a few things, otherwise, I want you to stay in the van at all times. I don't care WHAT you do in there, when we load the van, you...will know it.
As my mom finishes changing my diapers, she leaves my semi-wet diapers in the van and then says good-bye to me, and leaves, waving to the owner of the Junkyard as she heads to the SUV and gets in. The owner comes over to me, grabs my left hand and walks me over to the scales as one of the employees carries all of Adam's diapers over to the scales. As we approach the scale, the owner instructs me to stand on the scale while he goes in and instructs the woman there what to do.
Junkyard Owner: Alright....now, wait there...for me...ok? It's....going to be just a bit....
The owner steps inside and talks with a woman inside then he opens the door and leaves to go do something else. Then the woman opens the door then steps out.
Scale-House lady: O...K....now you can step off the scale and....come with me. (Grabbing Adam's left hand in her right)
Adam: NOW....where are you...taking my diapers andI? (Diapers crinkling loudly as I walk)
Scale-House Lady: I am....taking you back to the van. Once I put you in there, you HAVE to stay in there! Now.....do...you...want anything? Water? We have some pints of milk in the refrigerator....????
Adam: Some...milk and some water will be good.
Scale-House Lady: Sure, I will get you those as soon as I get my break. (Walking me across the yard, over to the van with the open door and making sure that I got into the van) (Standing next to the van between the passenger door and the open sliding door) Alright, now...I am closing this door, you are not allowed outside of this van unless one of our staff lets you out, understand? (Slides the door closed then waves and walks back to the Scale-House. Adam looks around to find a comfortable spot inside the van to lay. He lays on his back and begins to fumble around with the diapers inside. About an hour later, the door opens and the Scale-House Lady brings two pints of milk and four bottles of water.
Scale-House Lady: Do....you...need...anything else?
Adam: Um...no....I am good. Um...do...you know...when this....van is being crushed?
Scale-House Lady: No...I actually don't. I can...find out....(Grabs radio and calls out to find out when the van is being crashed. A few minutes later, her radio chirps with the voice of the owner)
Junkyard Owner: That Van is scheduled to be crushed tomorrow afternoon.
Scale-House Lady: Did you....hear that? This van is scheduled to be crushed tomorrow afternoon. You...look comfy in your...thick diapers. They look...cute on you. I'm sorry things have to be this way....
Adam: PLLLLLLEASE! Don't let them crush my comfy diapers and I!
Scale-House Lady: Sorry, it's....not up to me. If it were, I might take you and your diapers home with me. You and your....diapers are...now property of our junkyard and what the owner says.....goes. Well, I still have a few minutes left of my lunch hour....I am going back to work now....and leaving you in the van. (Closes door and walks away) About two hours go by and there has been a lot of vehicles being carried over to the crusher staging area. Then, I heard the engine of the forklift coming closer then slowing down. Then I heard it come very close, as though it were right next to the van. Suddenly, the van rose then bounced a bit as the forklifift slid the forks underneath the van and lifted it. I kneeled on my knees peering out of the passenger side window of the van and indeed the forklift operator had come to take the van over to the crusher staging area. I banged my open palm on the window and the forklift operator saw me...looked right at me....waved but didn't seem to care that I was in the van.
Adam: HEEY!!! I...am IN...here! Let....me...out! Heeeey! (Banging my hand on the window) Where....are....you...taking me? Heeey!
The forklift operator carried the van over to a stack of other vans and put the van on top of another van, a chevy van. Then it backed away. After what seemed like a few minutes, the forklift returned with a large, white Ford van. The forklift operator put that van right next to the one I was in on top of another van.
The van I was in, was all boxed in so that the doors couldn't open enough for me to get out. The daylight seemed to be telling me that it was between 3:30 pm and 4:30 pm. I knew that....once the junkyard opened the very next day, that operations were going to begin, preparing to load each of the vans and cars into the crusher. As the day progressed into evening, the junkyard began to quiet down almost to a dead silence except for the occasional sound of a loud vehicle driving past the yard...Adam began to get comfortable inside the van as the sun began to set. Adam's diaper was now almost soaked. It was quite bloated and heavy not to mention nice and squishy. Adam rummaged around his diapers and found a pack of his Luvs Deluxe Phases for boys diapers and opened them. He got a couple out and began opening them. They were SO soft and crinkly! Adam began to rub the diapers against his face, cheeks because they of how soft they were. As Adam was playing with the diapers, another vehicle was placed near the van then the forklift left. Then, it seemed as if the junkyard closed. Darkness closed around the van. It was SO....dark in the van, and so...quiet....that Adam could hear his own breathing. Around 10:00 pm, Adam began to get tired. He layed down and went to sleep.
In the morning, Auto Recyclers Wyoming opened up and began getting ready to crush all of the vehicles. The owner of the Junkyard was there, drinking his big ole cup of coffee. He was wearing his button-up shirt, a pair of work pants and his steel-toed shoes as he began to give orders to everyone on what to do. The owner walked over to the stacked vans and looked at them. He saw how the van I was in was boxed in and gave a look of gratitude that these vehicles were finally being crushed and out of his way. He wondered how I was inside the van as he turned his gaze towards the advancing forklift. As the forklift operator began to take the first vehicles from the stack, Adam, inside the van woke up with a start and a snort. Adam sat up, propped himself up with his arms and hands and then realized that it must be time to start crushing the vehicles.
Owner of the Junkyard: (To the forklift operator) I want....the van with the diapered boy/man inside it, to go first. Ok?
Forklift operator: Ok....will...do.
The forklift operator began to move the vehicles around so that they could get the van Adam was in, loaded into the crusher. Adam kneeled on his knees and hobbled over to the window to see what was going on outside. Just in time for the forklift operator to slide the forks underneath the van and tilt it back as it lifted it into the air. The van bounced a lot as the forklift backed out and away from the staging area. Adam banged on the window as the forklift operator looked directly at Adam and smiled. The forklift operator knew that Adam and his diapers were getting crushed in a few minutes and the evil grin that the forklift operator wore became a smile of friendliness, as the van bounced around as the forklift carried it over to the loading end of the crusher. Once at the crusher, the van rose slightly then it leveled off some as the forks positioned the van onto the intake slider of the crusher. The diapers shifted and Adam fell to all fours for a second as the van was put down. Behind the van, was a large, hydraulic pusher blade that moved back and forth along a long track of flat steel that the vehicles were put on. The van was placed on the track and then the slider began to move! It slammed against the van's rear then the van began to move closer and closer to the opening of the crusher.
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As the van entered the first part of the crusher, Adam heard the loud engine of the crusher get louder as the crusher blade rose up into position, like a giant steel foot, getting ready to crush a soda can!
The crusher blade crushed the front of the van first, then, when it was done....it rose up again as the van moved forward and deeper into the crusher. Then, the crusher blade came down again...slowly crushing the front part of the van down.
As the roof began to come down on the diapers and Adam, Adam instinctively stuck his arms out to try to stop the roof....forgetting that this was completely frivolous!
As the roof continued to come down, Adam prepared for the metal to come down onto his body! Then, the van moved again, the vehicle behind his, pushing against the rear, then, the roof began to cave in more and more and more. The packs of disposable diapers, cloth pre-fold diapers all began to get knocked over, falling all over Adam's diapered body.
The roof continued downwards as the crusher blade pressed hard against it, crumpling the metal as Adam inside began to yell;
Adam: Heeeeeeeeeey!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeey! Stoooooooooop! Let.....me..... out! My....diapers are getting....squished! I...am out of space here! Nooooooo!!! Stoooooooooop!!!!!! HEEEEEEY!!!! let.....me...out!
Adam: Heeeey! Stoooooop! Noooooooooooooooooo! I...don't WANNA be crushed! Stooooop!
Suddenly, the machine stopped for a bit, then someone came over to the back of the van and removed the headliner off the roof and then Adam saw the camera.
Adam: Can....I...get out...now....please?
Man working the crusher: No, afraid not. I...am just....moving the headliner so that the camera can see better and in a few more minutes, I will ne back to take the camera and then, the final crushing will happen. Sorry, it's just.....how we do things here. So....lay back down....and get nice...and comfy....your...final ride is about to begin....son....
Before too long, about 15 to 20 minutes later, a couple of men came back over to the back of the van to load in some more metal, and a large above-ground steel tub into the back of the van.
Adam: HEY! What...are you doing? Why are you...moving stuff around and....why are you putting more stuff in here?
One of the men spoke;
Junkyard Employee: We.....are loading more metal in here so that the van is heavier! That way, when we sell this thing, we can get maximum amount of money for all the weight, and that....includes YOU, your...diapers and...all this metal! See...this...big ole tub here, weighs quite a bit! A good way to....get rid of stuff too!
Then, one of the men takes the camera out of the van, then mounts it to the pressure blade or the vehicle advancement device then he steps around to the side then moves the advancing device back in preparation for the next vehicle to be loaded.
About 20 minutes later, another large van was loaded up onto the intake rail of the crusher.
Suddenly, the forklift operator returned carrying another van which they put right behind the first one Adam was in. That van, suddenly moved quickly, then slammed against the back doors of the van Adam was in. This caused the opened pack of Luvs Deluxe Phases for boys to fall over and spill out most of the diapers inside as the rear roof got crushed down, pressing the roof and his diapers against his diapered body, pinning him down inside. Then, the van advanced past the crusher and out.
Adam was still alive inside the crushed van, his diapers were pinned and a few of the packs had burst open, spilling smashed diapers all over Adam's diapered body, covering his head and face.
That afternoon, Adam's mom and dad brought Adam's younger diapered brother to the junkyard along with HIS diapers, onesies, the two fully stocked diaper bags, one for the cloth pre-fold diapers and the other for the disposable diapers. The Junkyard owner already had agreed to take Adam and his two diapered brothers as well as all of their diapers and anything else. Adam's mom and dad drove up and into the junkyard and parked. Since this junkyard allows viewers to choose which vehicles get crushed, this allowed Adam's now former mom and dad to choose which vehicle Adam's diapered brother was going into. Adam's younger diapered brother was a twin brother as was the older diapered brother. The differences were the hours of birth. Adam's former mom got out of the SUV and waited for the owner to meet her. Once the owner came over, she handed him the signed custody papers of Jake and Andy. Andy was the next one to get crushed in one of the next vehicles.
Adam's Mom: Hi....we brought our other diapered son and all of HIS diapers, onesies, sleepers, both fully stocked diaper bags, and his stroller.
The Junkyard owner looked at Andy inside his large sized jogger stroller and then put his index finger and thumb to his chin as he scanned the yard for a vehicle that Andy could be put into.
Junkyard Owner: Ah, good. (Looking down at Andy in his stroller) Nice to meet you. Sorry that things have to be this way. Your...mom just signed you and your things over to me. I am now responsible for you and your diapers, clothing and stuff. I have official custody of you. Know what THAT means....right?
Andy: Um...What does it mean?
Junkyard Owner: It...means...that....you, your...diapers, stroller, diaper bags and anything else of yours....is going into one of tje vehicles that soon is going to be crushed. Now....what...vehicle....should I put you in....hmmmmmm! How....about....the....(pointing to a redish Chevy Blazer) that one....??? Yeah, I am putting you...and your diapers in that one! It's being crushed soon.
Here....come...with...me....(walks behind Andy's stroller and pushes it over to the vehicle) Alright....now....(coming around to unbuckle Andy from the jogger stroller) I...need you to....go into this vehicle for me....and then your mom will....check your diapers to make sure they don't need changed or do, while your diapers and things are loaded into this vehicle. Then, in just....a bit here, either myself or one of my employees will come and twke you, your diapers and things over to our Scale-House to be weighed.
Andy: Why do you have to weigh my diapers and I?
Junkyard Owner: Well....we weigh everything so that we know how much heavier the vehicle will be because we get more money the more each vehicle weighs. That's why we sometimes fill the vehicles with metal before we crush them. We will be putting some metals into the vehicle, before we load it into the crusher. Now, here are some of the rules: You can't be out of this vehicle without one of us around...ok? If either myself or my employees come to take you out for some reason, that's when you can be out of the vehicle, otherwise, you have to stay in here at ALL times. The second rule; If you need something, if there are any of my staff around, they can get you some....water or something to drink. Just don't bug them too much. Now, my forklift operator will be taking these vehicles over to our nice, big ole crusher. They will be in and out for the next couple of hours until all of these vehicles are in the crusher, this includes, the one you're in.
Andy: Will....the forklift operator care if I am in here or if I need something?
Junkyard Owner: Well, not really. They know you're in there and the general rule is, "it doesn't matter what's inside the vehicles when they are crushed"....even if it's a diapered person such as yourself. When it's time to be crushed, the forklift operator will carry the vehicle you're in over to our crusher, then, it will be crushed, with you and your diapers still inside.
Andy: Let me ask you this....what if my diapers are wet and need changed? Will someone change my diapers?
Junkyard Owner: No, none of my employees will change your diapers. If you are wet, if you can change your own diapers, then do so. Otherwise, you will just have to stay like that. We don't care WHAT....you do while you are in the vehicle, when it's time to crush it, it's going in....no matter what. Some of us have bets on how long you will last after being crushed in the vehicle. Your brother lasted until our scrap buyers shredded the van. We may bet among ourselves how long YOU will last.....
Now....do...you have any...more questions for me?
Andy: Yeah.....how long will I be in here before it goes into the crusher?
Junkyard Owner: Well, it could be as soon as this afternoon OR we may wait until tomorrow morning to crush this vehicle. We will JUST...have to see. Now....your mom has finished loading your things in the vehicle and....I see that your....stroller is in the back of it.....now....do....you want anything to drink?
Andy: May I have.....some bottles of water and if you have any, may I have some milk? My mom has four of my bottles of milk in my diaper bags. Can you find them and get them to me?
Junkyard Owner: OH....yeah.....your...mom gave your diaper bags to my daughter and she has them. I will see that they are brought here and put in, and that your bottles🍼 are brought to you. Well, it may be a little while before we take you and your diapers and stuff over to our scale-house to weigh them and you. Just ..hang out here,ok?
With that, the owner walks away to go do other stuff. About an hour or two later, the scale-house lady came over to the vehicle that Andy was in with a cart and opened the door.
Scale-house lady: Hi, Andy....right? I...am here to bring you, your....diapers and things over to the scales to weigh them and you...ok? You...sure look nice and comfy in your thick, bulky diapers. Now...would you like to walk or would you like to go into this cart with your diapers and things?
Andy: In the cart....
Scale-House Lady: Ok...come here, there...o...k...UP....you go....(laying Andy into the cart) There....now...let's get...your nice, comfy diapers all loaded in....ok?
Andy: When are they...going to...load the vehicle I'm in, into the crusher?
Scale-House Lady: I, actually don't know. That's up to the boss. (Tossing a pack of vintage Huggies Disney-Print diapers into the cart.) Don't worry, I'm sure it won't be.....TOO long. They have a LOT of vehicles to crush today and tomorrow.
Andy: What if... I am still alive after the vehicle is crushed?
Scale-House Lady: Then....you'll just have to make rhe best of it until the scrap company buys the scrap then sends it through a large shredder I guess. (Tossing the piles of cloth pre-fold diapers into the cart) Well, ready to....get weighed??? Here....we... go....(Rolling the cart across the yard to the Scale-House.)
Once the cart was rolled over to the scales, the lady took out the diapers then she got Andy out of the cart and made him stand on the scale while she recorded the weight.
Then she printed the ticket with the weight on it then added it to the salvage title of the vehicle Andy was in. Then she came back outside to re-load Andy and his diapers back into the cart.
Scale-House Lady: O.....K.....wasn't that...fun?
Now....it's time to....go back into the vehicle....are you ready?
Andy: Awwwwe....MAN! Do....I...have to?
Scale-House Lady: I'm afraid you....do sweetie. Let's...get you and the diapers all loaded up...ok? Alright....(inserting her hands under Andy's arms) IN....ya...go.....(Grunting some as she lifts Andy up and lays him into the cart) There......Now.....the...diapers....are these...nice...and comfy for you? (Making small talk as she worked)
Andy: Yes miss, they are. They feel like silk against my skin. I kinda like it when they are wet....they seem to get softer
Scale-House Lady: Really? Wow! I....never knew that. That's....interesting. (Rolling the cart across the yard towards the vehicle)
Andy: May I get those bottles of water I asked for earlier?
Scale-house lady: Oh...Yes....right....I completely forgot! I will bring you six bottles rather than 4. Thanks for reminding me.
Andy: Once I am back in the vehicle, does anyone care what I do in there?
Scale-house lady: No, not at all. Nobody cares.
Andy: Who...do I call my Mom and who is my Dad?
Scale-house lady: Ya know....that....is a.....VERY.....good question.......that....I don't have the answer to. (Thinking a moment as the cart arrives at the vehicle) Well ....you ....could.....call ..the owner....DAD.....and his wife ..Mom ...since legally....they ..do have ...your custody....and you ....could call ....me, aunty.....(Opening the door of the vehicle, tossing the loose diapers into the floorboard in the backseat then the stacks of cloth pre-fold diapers and the loose All-in-one diaper.)
Andy: O..K.......Aunty....it must be...time to go into the vehicle now...huh?
Scale-House Lady: Yep! Here...need help getting out of the cart? (Inserts her hands under Andy's arms like two forklift forks and picks Andy up and puts him down onto his feet) There....now....get in and lay on your back....for me....right there on the...uh...backseat there....ok....now...I am going to....hand tou a pack of your....Huggies Disney-Print diapers...(setting the pack on Andy's right leg against the seat) There.....OH....here....(grabbing some more loose disposable diapers and putting them into Andy's chest) I almost forgot these....I will....go and get your....pajama suit and put it in against the seat there....OK? If I forget...I will give your pj suit to the man operating the crusher and he...will put it in there...OK?
The Scale-House lady puts a few of the Disney print Huggies Disposable diapers into the front seat due to lack of room everywhere else along with two stacks of folded cloth pre-fold diapers through the door frame then closes the door of the vehicle.
Scale-House Lady: OK...I will ne back with those water bottles ok? I....put your bottles 🍼 of milk from your diaper bags in there on the floorboard for you. If...I don't see you, after I bring you the water bottles, it was nice knowing you.
Andy: Same here...Aunty.
The Scale-House lady comes back a few minutes later with the six bottles of water and gives them to Andy along with an egg salad sandwich to eat then the Scale-House lady pushes the empty cart away and returns to the Scale-House. The vehicle sits in the spot where it had been for quite some time now, and as the afternoon became night, Andy layed in the backseat of the old Chevy Blazer looking up at the old falling down headliner as he funmbled his hands around the floorboard looking for one of the four bottles 🍼 of milk.
Finding them, he layed there on the backseat wearing only his diapers with a small pile of his diapers on his chest and belly, drinking one of the baby bottles 🍼 as the darkness fell all around him. After about the fourth bottle, Andy drifted off to sleep. Before Andy knew what was going on, morning had come and the junkyard had opened up and been operating for at least the past two hours. Several vehicles nearby had already been taken over to the crusher and loaded up onto the intake line. Andy heard the distinct sound of the engine of the crusher start up, and begin warming it up in preparation for crushing all of these vehicles. Then, the engine of the forklift came closer and closer and before Andy could see what was happening, the forks slid underneath the Blazer and the vehicle rose up into the air then tilted to the driver's side some as the forklift operator began to back out and into the yard. Andy sat up inside the backseat and then the diapers began to shift, tumble and roll towards the driver's side smacking against the door panels as Andy got to his knees and stick his head out of the window;
Andy: HEEEY!!!!! Where....are you ....taking me????? Heeeeeey! Stop! Waaaaaait!!!!! Nooooooo! Plllllllllease! Don't......HEEEY!
The forklift operator sees Andy but doesn't care. They hear him yet continue to carry the Blazer over to the crusher's intake line where the forklift operator put the Blazer down with the Blazer tilting back somewhat level again then they set it down with a bounce and a thud. Then suddenly, something slammed hard against the front of the vehicle and the vehicle began to slide quickly into the intake of the crusher.
Andy: HEEEEY!!!!! Let.....me.....OUT! Whooooooah!
Andy got thrust back into the vehicle onto his back onto the backseat when one of his packs of Huggies Disney Print diapers landed on his right leg again. Then, suddenly, one of his sleepers got tossed onto the back of the backseat a few minutes before the next vehicle got loaded up in front of the one he was in!
The Blazer slammed against another vehicle that was already inside the crusher. Then, the rear of that vehicle was crushed hard! Then, suddenly, with a jerk, the Blazer suddenly got shoved further into the crusher as the crusher panel began to come down against the rear. Windows busting, metal crumpling as the crusher came down like a giant heavy foot onto a soda can!
Andy: Heeeeeey! Let ....me.....out!!!! Stooooooop! Noooooooooooooo!
Then, suddenly, the crusher went up then the semi-crushed Blazer moved further into the crusher with a sudden jerk. This caused one of Andy's cloth pre-fold diapers to fall half way out of the window and hang over halfway. Then the crusher came down again, crushing the rear passenger area down. The roof came down nearly to the seat pinning Andy under the diapers as the pack of Huggies Disney Print diapers began to get crushed down before the packaging ruptured spilling out most of the diapers inside.
The vehicle before Andy's was still inside and the forklift operator was busy carrying the first couple of crushed vehicles over to a stack of them nearby as the crusher operator waited for the forklift operator to come take a few more off the line.
The crusher panel kept going up then coming down again on the roof of the backseat as the vehicles inside waiting to be taken to the stack. Then.......
Suddenly.....the Blazer was pushed further into the crusher underneath the crusher panel. Then the blazer got stuck there for a while as the crusher kept going up and then coming back down on the roof again and again until the advancement device pushed the mostly crushed blazer the rest of the way into the crusher tunnel and under the crusher blade.
The doors folded down as the roof caved inwards! The sounds of metal crumpling and creaking was heard by Andy inside the crushed vehicle. Andy was still alive, the roof nearly resting on his chest and body as he was pinned to the backseat. The seat-back crumpled over and nearly forced Andy onto the floorboard as the blazer was moved out of the crusher. The vehicle joined a load of others including the van that Adam had been crushed in on a long, flat semi-tractor trailer bound for a scrapyard that later would shred each of the vehicles as the machine sorted the metal from the fluff, including Adam, Andy and the diapers inside as well as any of the door panels, headliners and plastics inside.
A few days later, Adam and Andy's former mom and dad returned with their third diapered twin brother and all of HIS diapers, onesies and sleepers.
Jaden was the third twin of the family. He shared the same disabilities as his brothers had. He had been forced to wear diapers full time since age 5. Jaden though, had to wear cloth pre-fold diapers underneath his disposable diapers due to being a super-soaker and perfuse sweater! Everything was extreme with him.
His mom had to layer his cloth diapers four times indet to just keep him dry at each change. This meant he would use 6 times more diapers than his twin brothers had. This got far more expensive for his parents.
In the written agreement between Jaden's mom and dad, it was agreed to take Adam, Andy and Jaden and all of their diapers, onesies and sleepers as well as their diaper bags and anything else that they came with.
Since there was a rule that "it didn't matter what was inside each vehicle when it was crushed" the junkyard didn't care if anyone was inside as the vehicles were crushed.
It was just..."auto-fluff" to them.
If Jaden's parents didn't have a vehicle to sell, they had to bring Jaden and all of his stuff in through the front desk. It was a sunny day this Wednesday when Jaden's mom walked Jaden in wearing only his diapers and a onesie. His dad brought all of the packs of his disposable diapers, the trash bags full of his clean and wet cloth pre-fold diapers, plastic and rubber pants, onesies and sleepers into the front entrance as Jaden and his mom stood there waiting their turn. A few minutes later, the lady begind the desk greeted Jaden, his mom and dad and then she came around to the front of the desk to take Jaden and all of his diapers, onesies, sleepers and diaper bags. Then Jaden's mom gave the lady behind the desk his adoption papers to sign so that the owner of the Junkyard had custody of Jaden.
The lady behind the desk had to call her boss in order to have him sign the papers.
The boss, came in and looked the papers over then signed them. He then directed the lady behind the desk to find a vehicle to put Jaden and his stuff into from the crusher list.
Lady Behind The Desk: Hi there, Jaden....is it? Could... you...come with me...please? I need to....get you and your things weighed on our...scales...OK? You....sure have....a LOT...of diapers and onesies!
Jaden: Weighed? Why....do you need to....weigh my diapers and I?
Lady Behind The Desk: Oh, so that we can keep records on you AND for the weight of the vehicle you're going in.
Jaden: So...my...diapers, onesies, sleepers, diaper bags and I are...all going into a...vehicle?
Lady Behind The Desk: Yes sweetie, you and your...things are. We now have full custody of you and we now own your things too. The boss wants you and your......things put into one of our vehicles as soon as possible. Now.....(Picking up a couple of my packs of my diapers) Do....you...need anything, water, food?
Jaden: Um, yes, I do want my.... six baby bottles 🍼 🍼 🍼 🍼 🍼 🍼 filled with Milk, Water and some juice if you have it.
Lady Behind The Desk: (Looking at Jaden funny because he still drinks from a bottle) We...will see what we have. I can get you some water for the time being and...maybe...we may have an egg sandwich or a tuna sandwich or something....I will see what we have....in the meantime, come with....me....ok? I need to....get you settled into the vehicle.
(Grabbing my packs of disposable diapers then taking my left hand in her right hand and taking me out of the office and put into the yard)
Jaden: Uh...Miss? Do...the forklift operator and the crusher operator care if my diapers are wet or not or if I am in the vehicle when they load the vehicle onto the crusher intake line?
Lady Behind The Desk: No honey, they don't. We....have a rule here...."It doesn't matter what's inside the vehicles when it's time to crush them" so.....no, they don't care. They will simply ....load the vehicle in, then it will get pushed into the crusher tunnel with you and your diapers inside.
Jaden: Does.... anyone care what I do while I am in the vehicle?
Lady Behind The Desk: Nope! As long as....you stay put inside the vehicle, nobody will care WHAT you do in there! We aren't a babysitting company! We sell parts to vehicles at a very fair price. We take care of ALL of our customers. Even.....your former mom and dad. (Walking past a row of vehicles looking around for the vehicle to put me in) O...K.....where....IS....the vehicle they want you in? Hmmmmm, maybe.... it's over by the crusher......follow me....I think....the...forklift operator is staging the vehicles for crushing. We shall....see.
Ah!!! Here we....are....this old...white Oldsmobile. Now.... let's....get you and your.....things all settled in....ok?
Jaden: Why...do my diapers and I have to be...crushed inside a car?
Lady Behind The Desk: Because.....that's what the owner wants....and what he wants, is what he gets. It's...just the way it is....
Jaden: When will this...car be crushed?
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, it should be in the next four to six hours depending on how many others are being loaded and when the forklift operator wants to load this vehicle
Jaden: Does.....the forklift operator care that I am in here?
Lady Behind The Desk: No, they do not. We have....a little rule around here....."Anything still inside any vehicle at the time it's being loaded into the crusher, gets crushed inside the vehicle" so no, it doesn't matter that you or the diapers are in the vehicle.
Jaden: But....But.....I....I...don't WANNA be crushed! What if I tey to get out?
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, then...somebody will make sure you get shoved back in!
Jaden: What happens after my diapers and I are crushed inside this car?
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, after each vehicle is crushed, they go onto a large semi-tractor trailer bound for the scrapyard and once the crushed vehicles are off-loaded, they sometimes go into a pile. They could be there for weeks before the vehicles are shredded!
Jaden: Shredded? You mean.....after my diapers and I are crushed, my diapers and I as well as the car are being shredded?
Lady Behind The Desk: Yes, that's exactly what happens. The metal is separated from everything else, the plastics and everything inside get sent to the landfill as "auto-fluff" as the metal chunks are sent to be smelted and remolded into something else.
Jaden: Why doesn't it matter what's inside the cars?
Lady Behind The Desk: Everything that's left inside any vehicle will simply end up at the landfill anyway and we like to fill each vehicle with anything metal that we have that's loose so to get rid of it. It also adds weight to each vehicle which we get paid more for. For every 100 pounds, give or take, we get paid a certain amount. That's why we like to fill each vehicle up to make it as heavy as we can.
(Closing the door) Now.....be a good boy for us and stay here in this vehicle, ok? I am going to have the forklift operator come and put the vehicle up where you can't get out until it's time to crush it. I still have two more diapered ones and their diapers to put into vehicles....
The lady that works behind the desk then left and went to go place the other two diapered boys into seperate vegicles all that were being crushed that same day.
Jaden laid down on the front seat of the white buick electra and began to try to get comfortable. About 45 minutes later, The lady from the front desk that had escorted him to the car came back with his baby bottles full of Milk, Juice and water. She opened the door and handed Jaden the bottles.
Lady Behind The Desk: Here ya....go sweetie. Sorry that it took so long. I was almost afraid that they had already loaded the car into the crusher....I am glad that I was able to get you your bottles in time.
Jaden: Oh...goodie...I thought you forgot. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get my bottles.
Lady Behind The Desk: Well, you have them now. It probably won't be all that long from now before your vehicle is loaded into the crusher.
Jaden: Will....you...be....watching the car get crushed?
Lady Behind The Counter: Well, I don't know. I will see if I can....if I have customers, then...no.
Jaden: Why do I...have to be crushed?
Lady Behind The Desk: Because.....that is what the biss wants and what was agreed on by the biss and your former parents.
It's just....how it is....we can't keep diapers and diapered ones around....besides, you and the diapers add more weight to the vehicle and that makes us.....more money.
Jaden: More....money? You mean, that.....my diapers and I are going to add more weight to this vehicle and then that makes it worth more money?
Lady Behind The Desk: Exactly! We will add more loose metal into the vehicle if it hasn't already been added. That way, we get rid of our loose scrap, AND any garbage that's still inside the vehicles. O...K....well, I have to get back to work....it was...nice answering all of your questions. The....forklift operator will be here to...load the vehicle soon. It will be crushy-crushy time for you and your...diapees....bye.....
With that.....she closes the door and walks back into the office.
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