Drove to one of the stops on my route tonight. Bumped into a fellow diver. Senior citizen, late 70’s. Dumpster divers for the most part are good people. We met for the first time a few weeks ago. She’s a little braver than me. She parks her car right up to the dumpster and just jumps in the bin if she sees some serious goodies. She’s a spry thin woman who has a lot of spark left in her. I like that.
We talked a little. She’s on a fixed income (social security) and lives in a mobile home. Her son who is my age lost his job and is now living with her to get back on his feet. She foraged about 3 dozen bags of chips (still new intact in their bags). She gave a box to me. She didn’t have to, but that’s how we divers are. Also got about dozen name brand liquor velvet bags (would be good for gifts) and several paper bags (good for lunches).
She told me many people in her mobile home park are hurting big time. As a lot of us are. Whatever she doesn’t use, she passes around the park. I do the same things with my neighbors and friends. She’s been diving 20 years. We both agree it’s addictive and it really is, but in a good way. We’re saving these items from being thrown in the landfill and we’re saving money.
The other night the store threw out a brand new fire pit table. Nothing wrong with it whatsoever. It’s not something I’d use but someone else could use it. There is another young male diver I see there occasionally. He’s looking for bigger ticket items. I walked over to him and said you know you should take that home.
He said nah, you saw it first. I said yeah, I did, but I’ll never use it. So he comes to pick it up and hauls it in his truck. He has a little one and a wife. He lost his job and the wife is the only one working. He said you know, this fire pit table will be just perfect. The wife and I can’t go out that much as money is tight, but this would be good in our back porch. We can sit and have a beer and have a romantic evening.
That made my night.