He had accidentaly thrown away my driver’s license.
He dug through the dumpster for 15 minutes to find it. He’s in the shower now, and is ssssssooooooooo getting laid tonight.
I love my boyfriend.
(I really needed it because I have no cash and it’s memorial day weekend. I couldn’t wait until Tuesday.)
So, that was it?, no moonlight dinners on a nice and expensive restaurant?, no boxes of chocolates with half a dozen roses? or calling up to tell her there´s a program on the TV that she´d like, hours of intelectual chatter, etc, etc…
When I lived in Las Vegas I employed a bunch of 20-somethings that might politely be refered to as trailer trash. Honest, decent folks, but sorta short on couth.
One day we noticed two people weren’t at their stations, and somebody mentioned a lot of odd noise in the alley behind our office.
Sure enough, he & she were in the dumpster, doin’ the nasty. So I ran in to get everybody to come see. When they finally poked their heads up over the rim, the rest of us nearly died laughing.
Our dumpster happened to be fairly new, and the only trash we ever put in it was shredded office paper, plus whatever went into the bathroom trash cans. So it wasn’t make-you-vomit-gross like the dumpster behind a McD’s, but still …
Most of the crew had nicknames, and hers was instantly changed to “Dumpster-Bunny.” We called him the “Trashman.”