The Low Down

I move to x-plant the so-called "topic of the week" from a certain blog to this entity known as Zzyzx Feet Under, but we can't call it the same thing. I thought of "The Low Down," just to keep in line with the title of this blog.

The Low Down: Moments of Great Stupidity

Well, after eating at the Hat last night with Derrick, Dave, and GP, we were chilling right outside the front door. GP told me to grab the (two) trashbags that one of the cleaner guys left by the trashcan. Seeing as we get 90% of Madrona's trashbags from SSLH, I thought nothing unusual of GP's suggestion. He told me again to grab them, so I snatched em, all non-chalant like, half-looking back to see if the cleaner dude wasn't looking. I tried to hand them off to GP, but he said I should put them in my jacket, so I stuffed them in my jacket, but they were hanging about a foot out the bottom of my jacket. Then somebody says "Hey!"

Freakin caught red handed stealing the poor man's trashbags. He saw the whole damn thing.

He said "why you steal my trashbags?" I kinda mumbled something and hung them back up on the rail hoping to just walk away, but then he says something I couldn't understand... "blah blah blah blah one". He said it again. He wanted me to take one. I didn't have any better ideas, so I took one and walked away looking like a jackass. GP, David, and Derrick were laughing their asses off. It was pretty damn funny.

Moral of the story: you better think twice about taking unattended trashbags.