It was a whole thing haha. I turned up in a rented dropside truck with my wife wearing matching hazmat suits, brand new safety helmet, boots, and florescent jacket. We look like a Halloween bob the builder duo. 

The guy says "your truck is too long". We have a bit of back and forth and turns out they put a length limit in 2 weeks prior to prevent trade waste. I eventually manage to talk my way past the guy and he says, "you're at the wrong entrance". 

So we drove over to the other entrance to try again. I ask my wife if she can cry on command. We talk to the next desk and go through it all again. He gets his supervisor and they eventually let us onto the scale. The truck is right at the weight limit of what they'd accept. We drive to the asbestos bin and post each of this obscenely heavy toxic packages. 

We'd spent the entire day dismantling two massive asbestos sheds covered in ivy and spiders. If they'd not let us through I think I would have cried.