As late teenagers a few friends and I dumpster dived a circuit of retail stores and got some good and interesting odds and ends: fishing reels, acrylic displays, partial set of wine glasses, various tools, a small aquarium…<p>I worked in a grocery store so didn’t have the need or gumption to dive for food (I was usually the driver…but all aspects were fun), except for one spot: the town Krispy Kreme. Sneaking around back was so much better than waiting in line, and often there was a fresh looking box nestled on top of pillows of old donuts in garbage bags.<p>Sneaking them into the cheap movie theater was the next challenge.<p>One day, my parents were having a party and we were playing video games in my room. My aunt burst in, indignantly shouting at us for eating out of a dumpster…we laughed and hatched a plan: sneak out my window so they thought we were still playing games, zip to town, grab some donuts and offer them to the party. Except one problem: when we got there the dumpster was bone dry. The cleanest we had ever seen it. Puzzled for a minute I suck it up and went to the drive through to buy a box of donuts at long last. But then I took the sharpie in my glove box and largely scrawled yesterday’s date. We snuck back in the window, popped back into the party, proceeded to display the “expired” box of donuts, and I pulled one and took a big bite. My aunt was exasperated! We passed the box around and it was fun to see which of my parents’ friends were willing to taste the “dumpster donuts”.