I've never dug through a dumpster looking for
anything more important than my boss' lost cell phone.
The guy I work with now told me that in Airforce B
"So you want a crazy story about a dumpster? You know, in Basic,
people go crazy not seeing girls for a month. But now all the
are co-ed, and people got in trouble for getting together. So
people were caught doing it in a dumpster. I could tell you other
crazy stories, but they aren't dumpster related."
Restaurants throw out good food- raw materials, like limp carrots, and
finished products, like Big Macs. The bereft take advantage of
dumpsters- the homeless or disposal-phobic freegans. I had heard
teenage runaways ordering anchovy and pineapple pizzas to ficticious
addresses, to ensure that they were thrown away for later scavenging by
the thwarted delivery guy.
Dumpsters are hugely tempting. They are our
fantasy toilets, which
can flush anything- babies, dead bodies, our teenage knife
The opposite is true, too. An unattended dumpster is like a
chest packed with rats. Or like a toilet to our own two-year old