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10/28/11(Fri)00:25 No.34306>>34304 Part 3:
Two
other cops were talking to the manager guy, and we can overhear him
saying things like, "Yeah that's definitely our couches, they took it
for sure!" He did have a point - the couches were perfect, so they
probably didn't belong in the dumpster, so it was natural to think they
were stolen. One of the officers did ask why my shirt was inside out,
and I said the lamest thing: "I was getting really sweaty, so I turned
it inside out to cool off." I don't think he bought it, but he probably
couldn't think of a good reason why I would ever do that, so he just
ignored it.
After another hour of just standing around answering
the same questions and writing down statements, the cops see we were
just collecting junk and him and the manager decide to take back their
couches and give us trespassing warnings, meaning that if we ever come
back we could be arrested. They said that, while it is a sort of common
social understanding that obvious trash is free for the taking, we were
on private property and we should have asked permission first. I can
imagine that going well - walking into the main office, sweaty and dirty
as fuck, asking them if it is okay if we rummage through their garbage.
Then we left and that was that.
The thing was, I had to go back
to Anon Apartments the very next day for job training. I lived in fear
for the next three years that one day I would have to deal with an
officer in some way (it was pretty common in that job), and one of them
would happen to run my name and the trespassing warning come up. It
never happened. That was the last time I truly dumpster dived, back in
2002. Now, when I see a good bounty, I just pick at what I can see
because I'm too scared. |