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Dumpster Diving


OK, the promised dumpster story. I have a little bit of a habit of leaving things in places where they shouldn't be. And then not finding them again. Or something else happening to them. Last week, I had my wallet in a plastic bag from Walgreens, since I had bought something and just tossed my wallet in the bag instead of putting it away. Well, I took the thing I had bought out of the bag and (can you guess what happened?) threw the bag away. Not noticing that it was heavier than an empty plastic bag should be. By the time I realized this, it was after school. I went to find the custodian who told me that he had already dumped the garbage and I could have fun "going up in that nasty old dumpster."

As I walked over to the dumpster, I ran into 3 boys who were playing outside and really wanted to help. Apparently when you are an 8 year old boy, playing with garbage is a fun thing. Whatever. I told them they could help look through the bags if they got plastic gloves from the nurse. They ran and got the gloves, and as I was about to say that I would get in the dumpster and toss bags out, they all three jumped right in the dumpster with all the nasty old milk, beaming like it was Disneyland. I did find my wallet, and none of the boys' parents complained.

The picture is of a kid's desk which usually resembles a dumpster. We're trying to work on organization.
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