The Garbage Can
The next memory that comes to
mind is one of our garbage can. Well, it wasn't exactly a garbage
can, it was the roof of a walk way entrance to the side of our
dorm. Seeing as how Joe had kicked out the window throwing his
flaming tennis shoe out, why not use it to make taking out the
trash a breeze. Instead of going all the way down four flights
of stairs, and another 50 foot to the dumpster, I just started
dropping it out the window onto the roof of the walkway entrance.
No one seemed to mind, seeing as how we got no complaints (maybe
they were to afraid to say something?) who knows. But it was
interesting to see the birds eating molding pita bread. See
I told you food was an ongoing theme.