The time I went Dumpster Diving

Storytime.

     Just like how Eighner has "learned much as a scavenger," I learned a lot from the time I myself went dumpster diving.  This took place in 6th grade.  It was the early middle school period when I was still in the Avondale School District.  I remember going with my two friends and an older sibling.  We all went to GameStop to go pick up some game which I can't remember off the top of my head because that's not what is important.  What's important is what we did.  Right before we were about to leave, we had seen a GameStop employee go around the back of the complex and dump a box of games into the dumpster.  Naturally, we were curious, so we parked right next to it and open the lid.  To our astonishment, there were so many games (among other not so appealing items) sitting in that tin waiting for discovery.  Sadly, the majority of them had the discs intentionally scraped so that they could not be used.  Unlike my other friends, I only took one thing.  Elebits.

     It was one of few games that were usable.  After about 5 minutes of looking, someone turned the corner was approaching the dumpster so we did the only thing possible.  Ran. We were out of that place in under 15 seconds once we spotted that man.

     So was it worth it? No.  This game sucks.  Never buy it.  I figured out within a day why they didn't scratch this game.  It's because they knew that if someone would find it, they would also throw it away.

     I did feel sad though about what GameStop was doing.  "Dumpster things are often sad," and in this case it made me wonder why they couldn't donate these games instead of throwing it out.  Oh well, guess we'll never know because they're still doing it to this date.