Good for Her

We have quite a number of these in the Seattle area, which is why the media comes here to talk to them.

It’s an unseasonably cold day in Seattle, and Rebecca is standing in her kitchen, preparing for her regular Sunday afternoon outing. As she gathers her backpack and grocery bags, her dog sniffs around excitedly, anticipating the long walk and treats that await.

In the course of their errands, Rebecca and her dog will visit several stores and coffee shops, a bakery and a chocolate factory.

But instead of walking in the front door, she plans to head out back and go Dumpster diving.

Rebecca, 51, owns a small duplex and has a job running an art program for a health care organization. She’s also an artist in her own right whose accomplishments include a piece that hangs in the Seattle Art Museum.

And she gets 99 percent of her food from the Dumpster.

“It’s so easy to eat for free,” she says. “The only things I buy are butter and milk.”

As I said before, good for her.

And if I see her while I’m making my rounds I will have her cited for trespassing. That’ll raise her “food bill” significantly.

I wouldn’t be such an ass about it, except that a large number of these diggers toss stuff outside the box while they’re searching and don’t bother to put it back when they’re done, making my guy’s jobs harder and customers unhappy. I could tell stories all day long about divers looking for clothes and how we armored all the boxes in the shopping district because of the increasing “craftiness” of the divers looking for name brands.

Found at the AoSHQ