Bin Raiding

Every go dumpster diving? It is not a proud activity to partake in. In college I furnished my apartment with couches and tables found abandoned next to dumpsters. I'm not proud, but it was cheap living. Now that I attend Uni (that simply means I'm in college in England), I have regressed to the cheap life once again. Some British football (soccer) girls invited me and my roommates out for bin raiding.

They said we were to go to the Tesco bins on a Sunday night because that was when they throw away "all the good rubbish". We were to seriously go in the trash and pick out food. We Americans dressed in all black and brought empty backpacks (rucksacks) to fill with goodies. We were highly embarrassed, but we figured that it would be a fun experience if nothing els. The Brits meet us in the market square, and they were dressed for a night of hitting on boys. They laughed at out ninja attire, but since it was raining and we were about to pick through trash, we had the last laugh.

Yes, it was raining. It always freaken rains in England, but the Brits seem to always be surprised by the weather. So ten pm on a Sunday, we sneak into a private ally that looks like a good

spot to kill a hooker, and we stumble down some sketchy steps that led to the Tesco reject food. SCORE! We find bread, pasta, baking soda, and frozen pizza. We thought that we hit the jack pot.

Here is a picture of our success.

After much giggling, we literally run up the stairs and though the rapey ally in the rain dropping boxes of butter along the way because we had more food than space in our bags. We take the food to our house and we divid up the goodies. Believe it or not internet, the food was gross. By gross I mean really expired and covered in hairy mold. We opened every single frozen pizza in search for one good pie, but as you can see they were nasty.

If it weren't for the laughs, the night was pretty much a waste, but we put on a kettle of tea and taught the Brits how to play catch phrase.