KFC Dumpster Diving Old Lady

[Plaidman]

So, I hobbled to the nearest KFC to eat. Two old ladies were leaving, and I held door open for them. They thanked me, left, and I made my order. I got my order, went to sit down and noticed a tiny pile of garbage at one table and muttering to myself the lazyness that takes since there is a garbage bin across from that table, and another one near the door but whatever. I sit, am eating and minding my own business.

One of the workers clears that table, goes back to cleaning and waiting on people etc. Their cash register broke and they were doing alot of it by hand.

Anyway, I see the door open and one of the old ladies comes back who glances around nervously and muttered something. She cut in front of another customer and demanded to know where her chicken box that she left was cause she left three peices of chicken in it. The lady who threw it away said she threw it away because she thought she was done with since she left.

Old Lady: Oh I know, I forgot it. But i had three pieces fo chicken in it!"

The clerk is trying to help other customers and asks the lady to wait for a moment.

The old lady goes to the nearest garbage bin and starts to dig through it looking or her chicken. (....gha...).

The clerk see's it, bursts around the counters and justs asks the old lady to wait a moment.

Again, the old lady says that she had THREE PIECES OF CHICKEN IN IT!

The clerk there said that she can't give that chicken back, but she will give her three new pieces of chicken. Old lady is fine with that, but they have to be LEGS, because they were THREE leg pieces!

Clerk gets the chicken, and the old lady says something, the clerk is smiling but I could tell from her eyes that she was thinking something far different. But I did noticed the slight sarcasm when she told the old lady

"I'm sorry it happened. I promise I'll never throw your chicken away again"

The old lady, happy with this, tells the clerk that the clerk was a very sweet lady for all this, and leaves.



... Just surreal to witness this.

[i4wolves]

Yuck. Well at least the lady did not yell and scream and the cleak for throwing away her chicken and she did not demand anything free out of it.

[Shalom]

You know, I can see this happening, and I can't blame her. Not that I'd do that sort of thing myself, but I can see where she's coming from.

People who grew up during the Great Depression have it burned into the synapses of their brains: you don't throw away food. It's almost an autonomic reflex for them. She might remember being hungry as a kid.

[bainsidhe]

I've had customers demand I dig through the trash for their kid's retainer, but not for their food. How about we not leave things behind?

[tollbaby]

It's possible that it wasn't just the "depression" mindset that was at play here. A lot of senior citizens are on very strict fixed incomes that don't provide for a lot of extras. This might have been her only treat for the month and she may have been counting on those three pieces of chicken to get her through lunch for the next few days.

Careless of her to leave them behind, and not the employee's fault, but I can understand why she made a big deal of it. As for the leg pieces... any of you ever had white meat two days after it was cooked? DRYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

[blas]

It's also a bad habbit of offspring of Depression Babies. My father is so horrible in this way, because both of my grandparents were teenagers back then, and they passed it on to him.

This would be why my parents' basement, once you get past the washer and dryer and where the catfood and litterbox is, is almost completely impossible to get through. My father has so much CRAP, literally, it's all CRAP......it's unbelievable.

If you think he's bad, you should see my uncles, his older brothers......two of them that live on farms, have entire sheds full of CRAP. There's their sheds for their farming supplies and whatnot, and then there's the packrat sheds.

One of them even ran out of room in the shed, so now he stores his extra shit in his silo, because that's the only place left.

[wagegoth]

When I worked at a (now-defunct) department store in housewares, we would have vendors showing off kitchen appliances. As part of these displays, they would make food with the appliances and pass it around. These appearances would always be thronged by elderly people. It always made me feel guilty, for even though we weren't rolling in money, we could at least afford decent food.

[Primer]

It's also a bad habit of offspring of Depression Babies. My father is so horrible in this way, because both of my grandparents were teenagers back then, and they passed it on to him.

Dad was born in '25, Mom in '31. I didn't come around until '60, and I am a horrible pack rat! I'm starting to get a little better, but it's still pretty bad...

[EricKei]

As for the leg pieces... any of you ever had white meat two days after it was cooked? DRYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Well yeah, except leg meat is DARK meat, not WHITE ^_^;>

and I am a horrible pack rat! I'm starting to get a little better, but it's still pretty bad...

I'm still working on this, myself. nowhere near the level of what's on that TV show, but I still need work >_<

[Jack7957]

One of them even ran out of room in the shed, so now he stores his extra shit in his silo, because that's the only place left.

I'm watching one of those Hoarder shows and this one lady bought the house next to hers just to store stuff.

[Pagan]

As for the leg pieces... any of you ever had white meat two days after it was cooked? DRYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

That's only if it was served dry in the first place. I've had leftover white meat chicken, cooked many different ways (that I made), and never once dry.

Come to think of it. I'll get a rotisserie chicken, have some right away, and then a couple of days later make chicken salad out of the rest. Those are never dry, either.

[searssoulslave]

This would be why my parents' basement, once you get past the washer and dryer and where the catfood and litterbox is, is almost completely impossible to get through. My father has so much CRAP, literally, it's all CRAP......it's unbelievable.

If you think he's bad, you should see my uncles, his older brothers......two of them that live on farms, have entire sheds full of CRAP. There's their sheds for their farming supplies and whatnot, and then there's the packrat sheds.

One of them even ran out of room in the shed, so now he stores his extra shit in his silo, because that's the only place left.

Sounds like you have a few "Hoarders" candidates.

[Ironclad Alibi]

Dad was born in '25, Mom in '31. I didn't come around until '60, and I am a horrible pack rat! I'm starting to get a little better, but it's still pretty bad...

I'm still working on this, myself. nowhere near the level of what's on that TV show, but I still need work >_<

I also struggle with the "keep everything, it might be useful someday" mentality. My biggest help in this battle came from a book I read about 25 years ago. It is Clutter's Last Stand by Don Aslett. It really changed my life, both at home and at work. I have read all the books he has written on the subject, and constantly re-read them for inspiration. It makes me feel good to be able to throw stuff away.

[Catwoman2965]

I'm currently going through all my stuff, and have accumulated quite a pile for Goodwill. Helped my mom move a couple weeks ago, and she has a lot of stuff. More than i think she realized. So when I came home, i started going through stuff.

[Andara Bledin]

My father has so much CRAP, literally, it's all CRAP......it's unbelievable.

If you think he's bad, you should see my uncles, his older brothers......two of them that live on farms, have entire sheds full of CRAP. There's their sheds for their farming supplies and whatnot, and then there's the packrat sheds.

My paternal grandparents are like that. They have a very nice (well, it used to be nice) 2-story home not too far from me. It's got something like 6 bedrooms, but you can only actually reach the on that used to be a sitting room on the ground floor. The entire rest of the house, except for a few paths through it, and the kitchen, are stuffed to the gills with crap. Quite a bit is antiques, but most of it's just junk.

My dad has the same habit of keeping and hoarding everything, only he seems to be far more towards the junk side of things. He actually stored some of it in our garage, once, and when we finally cleaned it all out, we found that most of it was, literally, trash. Empty and broken plastic bottles for things like washer fluid, at least 2 bedpans stolen from hospitals, several items that he (in his damaged mental state, stupid meth-head) thinks belong to him but are other people's, and a large bag of dirty clothes, including a ton of socks and stuff with holes in them. That last one is particularly odd, as he doesn't actually wear socks, ever.

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