As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I never really have been a dumpster diver. Simply put, the Brier has no dumpsters really.
The power company has one, and JYG said I could look for things in there, but he is territorial as he has to make a living, so I sneak into it but I make sure I never take copper wire or anything JYG really would need. I have found things in there like hunting boots which I picked up.
Most of my diving involves those giant insulators you see on high line poles. They look small from the ground, but they are large and heavy. My intention is to utilize them on energy projects I have been working out. Heat storage units to be exact. I have no idea what the price of these things are, but the power company does not reuse them, and they are waste, but it seems an incredible waste.
Today though it is why I enjoy salvaging so much for the treasures and mysteries I find.
I picked up a plastic garbage bag. It clinked like glass so I thought maybe it was dishes or something. TL mentioned maybe I should check it as it was garbage, but I thought I would check at home as the cop drove by and it is kind of like I should not spend allot of time diving there.
I got a mop, a broom and I don't know as maybe nothing else today...........a planter.
So I get home and I get unloaded on the insulators and open the garbage bag and I see it is filled with booze bottles. Someone liked blue vodka.
Rummaged around, empty bottles, some half empty booze bottles, and then I found a bunch of those hotel bar single serving bottles. Even porn booze or something.
Then I found some change, some bank bags...........bummer though in no 10 million dollars which would be a cool fantasy come true. There was coffee........energy drinks and a 12 pack of Busch Lite beer. I have now found enough beer and soda to feed to relatives and seem generous.
So as Ben Franklin said, a dollar in change saved is a dollar in change earned.....I have no idea why people would throw away money, but am pleased they do as in my situation I pick up even pennies on the street.
Of course it would be dangerous to sample the thing, but the odds are it is not laced with LSD as I have never taken drugs. It is my life though in how I have always stupidly did it, in "just to see". Actually is more interesting in the mop. I can do more with the mop than the booze, but the mop is going to air out for awhile as I have no idea what puke it was mopping up.
I hope that I have the time and resources to build my heat storage units. I plan to keep salvaging the insulators, the ones I can get at, as huge utility timbers do not move by muscle alone. Am fascinated in power company employees in their wealth in what is expendable to them. They seem to buy booze and throw it away. One hand is happy in the man and the other hand that closes the coffin throws the booze away in the wife, as the booze made the man more happy than the woman after she used vaginal charms to enslave the stupid male.
That is the dumpster psychology. So much in a rural place with hidden stories of people with pretty good jobs in marriages where even the kids do not want Daddy's booze.
Good thing I came along as JYG no longer drinks.
Nuff Said
agtG
