Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Things arent always what they seem

So here I am, pulling into my new place. I park my truck and hop out all excited to check things out. On my way in my building I stop by the dumpster to throw something away. Im on the phone with my friend Tabbi, and Im like, What the hell Tabbi, there's a homeless dude going through my dumpster, thats creepy!!! So the "homeless" dude grabs my bag of trash from me and tosses it into the back of the dumpster while he continues to dig through the rest of the dumpster with his lil claw arm extender thingy. So Im just thinking SUPER my new place is bum heaven and I get to watch people go through the dumpster all the time, just GREAT...

The next day there's a knock on my door, I open it and there stands "homeless" dude, he introduces himself as "Butch the resident old man" he lives two doors down from me, and I was thinking, hey buddy, dont forget to add CREEPY to that description, and what the HELL were you doing in the dumpster... I didnt ask, didnt really want to know and just wanted to close my door. He filled me in on the little detail that my bad doggies were barking all day, oh well.

Fast forward to yesterday, I was busy unloading my trailer and putting some things away in my new place and I am throwing away an absolute TON of stuff in the process, there are just so many things I have moved and moved over the last 10 years that I dont like and I dont use, so I was just tossing anything that fit into that category. So of course here comes Butch, only he's not alone, he has help, a woman in black silk pajamas (and its about 3pm). Butch and his silky pj clad accomplis dig through the dumpster for a while and then I dont see them again... Until Im getting in my truck at about 6pm. PJ lady (yes, shes still wearing them and its 6pm) comes running out of her door and flags me down. She explains that she doesnt want me to think that she is crazy (well a good start would be for you to get the hell out of your pjs before noon lady), and that she and Butch go through the dumpster to find things to donate to the Disabled Veterans Administration. So its good to know that I dont live by a bunch of freaks who did through the trash to find stuff to decorate their place with. Its a great cause, however, I just dont think I could bring myself to dig through the dumpster, but good for Butch and the crazy PJ lady for taking the time to do so.


Southern Champagne Wishes said...

Bahahaha! I laughed out loud about the lady in her PJ's. That is too much! I'm glad that they're helping the Disabled Veterans, though. They seem like quite the characters. I trust there will be more stories about them in the future!

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Erin said...

That's pretty funny! But I think it's great that they do that. I agree, I probably couldn't dumpster dive for it, but what sweethearts. :)

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