Can’t make this stuff up. Oh, and forgive the double-negative in the heading.
Let describe the scene: It is the dumpster enclosure, pictured above. Oversized with room for dumpster and cans of recyclables that are collected weekly.
I have discovered the remains of ‘picnic lunches’ eaten inside: Someone sat on the plastic milk crate and enjoyed a private meal of MacDonald’s take-out. They also left scattered on the ground ketchup packets, French fries and the bags the gourmet meal came in. Wow! The ambience they must have enjoyed.
And I suspect that sometimes people have hidden inside to escape from police.
A tenant called me, alerting me that there was a women sitting inside the dumpster enclosure. I flew down the stairs to investigate.
I passed one of our manly tenants (big guy) and said: “Please don’t move!”
In case I screamed, he would be a good backup.
I discovered behind the dumpster, in the alley between the buildings, three women sitting on the grass, shaded by the dumpster fence, a large transformer and an overgrown bush.
Not my first choice if I was looking for a shady nook to relax with my girlfriends: NEXT TO A DUMPSTER?! Were you guys raised by wolves?
Strange Lady, upon seeing me staring at them: “Oh, it was so hot on the beach, we thought we would cool off here.”
Me thinking: There’s a million billion gallons of nice cool salt water in that ocean, did you try that?
Strange Lady, reached out her pipe and asked: “Do you want a hit?”
It was a FRIGGING Hash Pipe.
At that, they calmly stood up and left.
WT heck?
So sorry I had not grab my cell phone on the way downstairs, local guys in blue could’ve used an easy bust and good laugh.
Big guy in parking was stunned, but had a good laugh.
Shared this story with everyone, including Facebook.
This is why I write this blog, we all need the laugh.
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