So, I'm waiting for the call. The one that will grant me permission to have a dumpster diving rave with myself this afternoon. Apparently it's illegal to just dive in on a whim. You gotta talk to, like, the CEO of garbage collection to do that sort of thing. I hope the call comes, as I really want my wallet back. But mostly I just want an excuse to draw a picture of me flailing around in massive dumpster.
07 October 2011
Unfortunate Tragedy #42
Welp. I lost my wallet. My precious little Scottish wool plaid wallet that my mom bought me in Edinburgh this summer is now drowning in the dregs of a cesspool, fighting for air among rough draft research papers, empty Creamery chocolate milk bottles, granola bar wrappers, and notebook paper with a 4-year plan written on one side and a game of MASH scribbled on the other. Typical treasures found in the BYU library trashcans. Yes. Yes. I threw away my wallet last night, ok. YES. What! I was delirious! It was 11:30 p.m. I had been slaving away on a paper that I somehow thought was due at midnight (it wasn't). My dinner consisted of one of those giant Grandmother's sugar cookies slathered with a pound of delicious pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. I clearly wasn't thinking straight, people! Pray tell, what would you do in such a situation? Throw your wallet in a trashcan, obviously.
So, I'm waiting for the call. The one that will grant me permission to have a dumpster diving rave with myself this afternoon. Apparently it's illegal to just dive in on a whim. You gotta talk to, like, the CEO of garbage collection to do that sort of thing. I hope the call comes, as I really want my wallet back. But mostly I just want an excuse to draw a picture of me flailing around in massive dumpster.
So, I'm waiting for the call. The one that will grant me permission to have a dumpster diving rave with myself this afternoon. Apparently it's illegal to just dive in on a whim. You gotta talk to, like, the CEO of garbage collection to do that sort of thing. I hope the call comes, as I really want my wallet back. But mostly I just want an excuse to draw a picture of me flailing around in massive dumpster.
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Well, I won't spoil the rest of the story for those who don't know it. Let's just say I was so glad you showered before we all hung out tonight.
ReplyDeleteYou did shower, right?
I lost mine when I was in Maine. It was a Friday night, my only mode of transportation was my feet, I had no money or ID, I didn't know anyone in the state. I hitched a ride to town where I could make a call, kind people gave me $60 (to survive the weekend), canceled all my cards, and got invited to a sweet bluegrass concert. Spicy indeed.
ReplyDeleteI threw away my retainer once...but that was ok because I hated it anyway.
ReplyDeleteLove your rendering of the ubiquitous Creamery bottle. I hope BYU is recycling those things, because if not I'm pretty sure we're responsible for a Superfund site wherever those are ending up.