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"WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT."
Dec. 24th, 2007 08:35 pmChristmas came dangerously close to being utterly depressing on Saturday. After checking Lowes, local boyscout stands, and a few similar places for trees, my mom finally talked me into getting a three foot fake tree. She said next year we'd get a tree earlier, but we didn't have enough space etc. Needless to say, this was fully disheartening. My dad felt the same way.
The two of us headed out to do some last minute shopping and ended up driving out to Bellevue as, surely, they had at least one tree place still open. To no avail. The only place that looked like it had once been a vast forest of Christmas trees was now a windy wasteland consisting of a flapping tent, an empty trailer, two dumpsters, and a whole ton of mud.
My dad looked in one dumpster as I looked in the other. They were full of cardboard, wreaths, and trees. He reached in and pulled out a tree and I started laughing. He said, "Well, it's a tree!" toting it back to the car and sticking it in the trunk. Truth be told, it's one of the best trees we've ever had.
Dumpster diving for Christmas is go.
The two of us headed out to do some last minute shopping and ended up driving out to Bellevue as, surely, they had at least one tree place still open. To no avail. The only place that looked like it had once been a vast forest of Christmas trees was now a windy wasteland consisting of a flapping tent, an empty trailer, two dumpsters, and a whole ton of mud.
My dad looked in one dumpster as I looked in the other. They were full of cardboard, wreaths, and trees. He reached in and pulled out a tree and I started laughing. He said, "Well, it's a tree!" toting it back to the car and sticking it in the trunk. Truth be told, it's one of the best trees we've ever had.
Dumpster diving for Christmas is go.
