5The Last Supper or Going Dumpster Diving
“You see, Dumpster” I said.
“Hey, don’t call me that!” he snarled back,
but actually came off looking like a hurt little schoolboy much to
his chagrin.
“Ok, no problem, Dump. You see these
restaurants up ahead are the ritzy type mostly and the patrons will
be either gone or still having partying in the bars possibly.”
“Yeah, so what? How does that help us get a
meal?” he said, rubbing his noggin with a dinner plate sized
hand.
“Well,” I replied, “’Hard times make for hard
decisions’.” .I advised. “A lot of food is going to get left on
plates in the restaurants part eaten.”
“Oh, hell no!” Dump objected.
“That’s funny,” I said, “You don’t look like
a picky eater.” I poked at him.
“We got some food, we don’t have to do that
crap.” wh
