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I’m keeping this up as a sticky until I get more donation ideas. Come on, guys, put your thinking caps on!
when men pay you to stay away…among other things. True story. I’ve written in past years about pulling plants out of garden center dumpsters – hate to see stuff like this go into landfills and at least 50% of the stuff grows well when you plant it at home. PITA had been bugging me about hitting up the Clover Garden Center dumpster in the Naperville Butera parking lot, so I agreed to stop there on Saturday evening on the way to CVS for our Tide-o-rama event.
Dumpster was pretty empty, except for a flat of phlox in the bottom. I picked PITA up and held her while she reached in to grab the tray. Mind you, I’ve never done food diving, nor have I set foot inside a dumpster (of any kind). While you hear about people doing quite well with the pickins’, I personally am a great big chicken.
Pull out the tray and put it in the back of the car. Older man comes over to his car (BMW sedan) parked next to mine. We do the nod hello thing. He reaches out and hands me a folded up bill. I don’t take it, back away and say “I’M NOT POOR! I’M NOT POOR! I’M AN EXTREME COUPONER” And then, in what has be one of my more glorious moments, I hear “I HAVE A WEBSITE!” come out of my mouth.
I was hoping the bill was one of those advertising flyers that look like money but flip it over and read about lawn maintenance or hot babes. Get in the car and by the light I see Uncle Ben wink at me. Holy crap! Guy gave me a hundred bucks just to go away! This could be a very profitable side job, I’m thinking. Phone rings and it’s Rachel. I tell her the story and after laughing hysterically, she asks “You aren’t wearing those holey old clothes of yours, are you?” Ah, no (and they are comfortable, but that’s another story). So now I’ve made her night and continue on to CVS, where I’m hoping they will tell me that the bill is counterfeit, but no such luck.
Now here’s the dilemma: I’m not gonna keep the cash, but do I give the entire amount to one person/family or break it up and if so, what breakdown? I’m throwing out my thoughts to you guys in the hopes that you will have suggestions. Since we all generate a ton of excess stuff (like diapers, formula and Pedialyte freezer pops, EE pasta, EE mustard, etc.) that could really help out someone, how about if we band together kinda like we did with the domestic abuse shelter donations (you guys were awesome – two trucks of stuff!) and come up with either a small organization or family who could really use some temporary help. No relatives or “my best friend.” Hell, take care of your own relatives and friends, thankyouverymuch.
Please, please, please make some suggestions and let’s see what we can accomplish. And no, Rachel, I am not having a picnic in a park like someone else did a few years ago…unless there’s a Goddess Park somewhere I haven’t heard about…