Holy cow, though. I am very surprised by the amount of experience readers have with garbage picking (which is evidently, by genearl consensus, NOT stealing).
We are now a part of that crowd.
It all started 2 weeks ago, when Nate suggested we buy me some rollerblades. I agreed to this wholeheartedly, because having rollerblades has always been my dream. My parents never let me have them. I suspect that was for one of two reasons:
- They didn’t want to take me rollerblading or
- They didn’t want to take me to the emergency room
(Nate has not had to take me to the ER (though there have been a few close calls) but he HAS had to take me rollerblading every day since our purchse.)
We don’t have a lot of time during the day, so we’ve taken up something we like to call MIDNIGHT ROLLERBLADING.
(also, I’ve incorporated roller blading into other daily activities, like doing the dishes and yardwork. I’m thinking of starting a company called Maids on Skates. Good idea, no? Nate didn’t think so….party pooper.) (See exhibit A)
Anyway, during one particular midnight rollerblade, we passed a house with a giant box next to their garbage. Nate was uncharacteristicly curious (usually that’s my role) and stopped to see their exiting new purchase. It was this: