Several months ago I had a part time job with a janitoriual service that cared for the offices of a pharmecuitical outlet. Daily these folks would throw away East oif Chicago pizza and Panere Bread bagels. I pulled much of it out of the waste and ate it with relkish. No apologioes.,

as a drunken college cripple, I and some Friends-who-were-up-to-no-good broke into a dining hall and made some grilled cheeses with very processed cheese product and some breads that were stale because the fresh stuff was locked in a place we could not get at...we could see it, but could not get the fresh bread. The grilling process helped hide the staleness, but seeing the fresh bread out of our reach was torturous much like what you must feel with panzer bread crusts. I hope you inherit a bakery sir from an aunt you dont know you have in Pennsylvania, with lots of pretzels.

We did the same thing many times. I worked in the bakery one semester with this German guy named Wally who spoke almost no English. I was taking German at the time, and gained his confidence when I said I had family in Osnabruck. He repaid me by telling me where everything was, and how to pilfer it

We cut the window screens open with my friend Jason's hunting knife that would have made Sonny Landham proud. First we just stole food, then we started stealing the artwork on the walls. There was one in particular, with some futuristic-looking space spheres, like maybe Hanover would one day relocate itself to Zeta Reticulon. Then the cooks started to notice things missing, so they locked the doors to the kitchen. No mind, one of our cohorts was a cross-country runner, so we slid him through the tiny tray breakdown opening, and he threw the deadbolts from the inside. BTW...dining hall trays make great sleds.

Dartmouth Dining Services basically provided all our food for the big junior-year Spring break trip to Key Largo. Just imagine living for two weeks on peanut butter, bread, celery, and Bud Light purchased from NAS Pensacola (one of our friends drove down from Annapolis).

At Reed College, back in the day (late 80's/early 90's), we had "scroungers", who were a pack of people who hung around the dining hall, and would intercept plates of half-eaten food being brought by the paying diners to the clean-up window.

It was good etiquette, if you were such a paying diner, to inform the scroungers that you had a cold and that your leftovers were probably swimming in rhinovirus.

I was never a scrounger, nor associated with same...

Willie.. how often did the recruits from Norwich go south and kidnap you prospectors. Like a scene outta Aliens?

Hanover = Nostromo.

Heh Willie... money.
The "Melvin", as it were, is hysterical type relativity.

Well played sir.

^^what the eff is "gino's east of chicago"? i live near windsock and i've only heard of "east of chicago". thee's no 'gino' anywhere on the sign...