It was the tiny break in between Winter semester and Spring term (you know, the two generous days BYU gives us). One of those evenings I was hanging out with Aaron and Nathan Brooksby. I don't remember what we were doing before, but then one or both of them had the brilliant idea that we should go dumpster diving. A lot of the complexes around had rented those big huge dumpsters so people could dump their junk they didn't want as they were packing up and moving out.
We first started just going next door to Centennial and checking out their ginormous dumpster. This eventually led to us getting in the car and driving all around town, making brief stops while one of the boys jumped out and checked the dumpster to see if there was anything that might be promising. This process produced an almost 100% fail rate. We were too late. If there was anything good in those dumpsters it was already buried underneath real trash, and we certainly weren't that desperate.
If I remember correctly, Aaron suggested that while we were out we should go stock up on some pallets so we could do a bonfire sometime, and that there were some out at the KMC that he had seen at work. For some reason they decided that this required us to have a hatchet or something, so we ran back to RG to grab whatever tools they wanted. During our pit stop, I found that Lindsay and Amy had just returned home from their weekend road trip to California, so I invited Lindsay to come and join the adventure.
So the four of us set back out, but somewhere along the way we changed plans. I don't think we ever ended up getting pallets or any kind of wood. Instead we stopped at every pizza place between campus and I-15 to check their dumpsters, and eventually made it to Krispy Kreme.
We had been wanting to hit up the Krispy Kreme dumpster all year. Lindsay had heard stories of people dumpster diving there and getting huge bags full of perfectly good donuts that had to be thrown away because they weren't "fresh" enough anymore, so naturally we had to try our luck at getting free donuts.
Well, we pull up. Nate sneaks back to the dumpster and then the back door starts to open. He darts back to the car and we get out of there as fast as possible. There was no way we were gonna give up that easily though. After going and driving around a nearby traffic circle about 5 times we headed back and tried again. This time Nate successfully makes it to the dumpster, reaches in and snags a bag, rushing it back to the car.
We headed over to the Walmart parking lot so we can check out our loot. It was a bag almost completely full of donut holes. It was amazing. We all started shoving our faces, and then we came across the rubber glove. After about five seconds of us all staring at it in disgust we threw it aside and keep eating. But then someone remembered that we had previously been digging through real dumpsters with real trash. The look on Nate's face was priceless. We quickly put down the bag and went inside to wash our hands before we touched anymore.
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