This is a true story.
Here’s the setup. It’s about 11 pm on a Saturday night. I’m taking the garbage out to the dumpster. Two 20-something young gentlemen pass me heading the other way. They are carrying Chinese takeout, although where they got it around here at 11 pm is still a mystery to me (thankfully, it is not relevent to the rest of this story.)
Apparently the sight of my garbage bag triggers a fond memory in the mind of one of the two fine young men. As I am passing them by, he turns to his companion and says,
“Hey, remember when we were in that dumpster doing all that meth?”
His companion, clearly taken back to that wonderful time, replies,
“Yeah. That was awesome.”
This has been a true story.