Garbage pickers

I dragged a bunch of shit to the dumpster at the old abode today, as the lease is up Saturday and I have a gaggle of stuff to either haul or heave.

But what never fails to amaze me is that, within a half hour of burying my treasure inside of or behind said dumpster, the shit’s gone … or, at least, it’s been gone through.

On Sunday, I must’ve chucked four dozen VHS tapes from 1984 to 1994. And they hit the bottom of the dumpster with a nice crash. Well, an hour later, as I brought out another load of shit, a great deal of my tapes were sitting on the chairs and the telephone stand that I had brought out there earlier. This means that someone had to jump into the dumpster to find my goodies. Are they nutz?!?! Was that taping of “Dead Poets Society” and miscellaneous episodes of “Ally McBeal,” “Melrose Place,” “90210,” “Knots Landing” and the like really worth immersing oneself in a bin full of roaches and other multi-legged wonders?!?!

At any rate, I didn’t leave a lot of good stuff out tonight, but I’m sure it’ll have disappeared by the time I go back tomorrow.

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