More mulch please

Ahhh... Spring is here.  I cut out a bit earlier than normal to pick up a second load of mulch. 

"Hello sir... can I help you?"

"A yard of black mulch please."

She was efficient but friendly and she knew what I meant when I said "yard".  I paid and left.

I took off the back cover and drove the truck to the mulch pile in the far corner of the yard.  I waited for only a few minutes until a loader with a one yard sized bucket came over.

"That what you want?"

"Yeah... one yard of the black stuff", I yelled over the noise of the loader.

He backed up, grabbed a bucket full, and loaded it into the truck... carefully.  I trusted him.

I gave him the thumbs up when the bucket was empty, and walked over.

"Do you need to see the receipt?" I yelled.

"Nah".  And he drove off.

I leveled the mulch, put the cover back on, and drove to the exit.

A lady by the gate waved goodbye.

"Do you want to see my receipt? I yelled.

"You pick up a load of mulch?"

"Yeah"

"Okay.. see ya".  And I drove away.

And I thought to myself how neat it was that all of us trusted each other.  Trust is an interesting thing because I think it means as much a giving as a taking.  It means respect, and understanding and... well... goodness and rightness I guess.

I'll go back there again.