I believe what Preston is trying to express in his most recent posting is that sometime during our sophmore year, we began to participate in the practice of "beggars banquet," which is the art of table-scrap-diving. I don't recall any memories of dumpster diving behind Arby's -- that must have been after my time. But I do remember sitting at the Pie Pizzaria across from Helaman Halls or over at Caddy's near that dump Raintree Apartments and waiting for people to fill themselves on pizza or burgers or whatever, and leave behind a treasure trove of tasty morsels. Pizza was always the best food for this, as people usually left a few pieces unadultered once they were full. The process was simple enough -- we would scope out the restaurant, find a group of people who looked fairly clean and otherwise sanitary, and wait for the eventual leftovers.
I have to say, this was a practice I employed after leaving BYU and was struggling as a young single loser out in the harsh abyss that is Northern California. Not that I did it too often -- it would gross out most of the people I hung out with.... but what's the big deal? You'd watch the people who got up to make sure that they didn't do anything obscene to the food being left behind, and when the coast was clear, you'd pounce before the employees came along to clean up. No big deal. In fact, employees at one pizza place I frequented saw me do this often enough that they'd point out leftovers to me once in a while. I guess I hung out there a lot, since there's not a lot to do on a hot Sacramento weekday evening. Plus there was some hot babe who worked there that I'd always flirt with, and tried asking out on several occasions.
Hmmm....for some reason, she never said yes. Strange.
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