the great dumpster dive

So. I mentioned in a previous post that I recently went on my first dumpster diving adventure with one of my pals.

It's ok if you've already stopped reading. I used to cringe at the thought, too.

I suppose I didn't *technically* dumpster dive -- I stood oustide the dumpster and held the bag that we put all our loot into while my friend actually got into the dumpster. I did dig around in the stuff I could reach though.

Can I back up and explain a little? Thanks.

First of all, we are talking about dorm dumpster diving. Not nearly as nasty and icky as you would think, since most of the stuff they throw out is furniture and cleaning supplies and stuff like that. So when you imagine me sifting through bags of rotten food and my friend standing in trash up to her chin with a rotten banana peel draped over her head -- not the case.

Well, and I guess that's really all there is to say. We collected any laundry detergent, fabric softener, floor cleaner, dishwasher gel, shampoo, etc, that we could find, threw it in the bag, wiped it all down with Chlorox wipes when we got back to the house and voila -- cleaning supplies for a good long while that cost us nothing but time and effort. I bet I don't need laundry detergent, body wash, or shampoo for at LEAST six months.

I also got a full-length mirror out of the deal.

It was fun and not against the law and we came out like bandits.

I guess we were sort-of acting like bandits, too, pillaging and whatnot. Totally worth it, though. I highly recommend, just not at our dumpsters.

Hands-off our dumpsters, mister.