Salon has a piece up about the world of hard core scavengers. It’s not as gross as it sounds, once you know what you’re doing. And get over your pre-Bush/recession heebie jeebies. It put me in mind of a kinder-gentler dumpster diving con I just discovered.
I stumbled on this scam last week when I scraped up the bucks to take the kids to their favorite restaurant (where they scarf down the bread which I’ve tried, and miserably failed, to recreate Chez Dickerson). They of course call it, “The Bread Restaurant.” When I realized I’d left my reading glasses at home and was playing trombone with the menu, the waitress said “I’ll be right back.”
Turns out they keep a jar full of left-behind reading glasses. Now I pull this sad fake out at every Chili’s and above restaurant. It’s only fair: I’ve lost three pair so far this year and it’s not quite April. Someone scored mine, right?
