On Saturday, I did this thing for work that involved other people's garbage. Blech. But the sun was out so I got to work on my face-tan and that was cool. Plus they gave me this really great XL orange t-shirt to wear...
Toward the end of the morning, I said to the people on my team, "I hope I find something cool, like a tooth, or a hundred dollar bill, or a knife..." I reached my grabby thing under a bush and literally (and yes I'm using that word how it is intended) the next thing I pulled out was a big, giant knife.
It was big with a white handle and definitely not a kitchen tool. Probably intended for hunting or something, but the area of town would suggest it was being used as a weapon. The way I see it, the only reason to ditch a knife that that in a bush is 'cause it's evidence.
Luckily it didn't have any blood or human hair on it or anything. When I asked my team captain (observe the yellow vest) what to do, she suggested to put it in the dumpster. I said to myself, "No way, girl, this is going to be the missing link to a serial killer case, just like on CSI..."
So I called the police, who came and picked it up. They took all my contact information and heartily thanked me for Doing the Right Thing. I felt like a celebrity. It was great, and now I'm looking at my calendar to schedule a press conference, and waiting on one of those A&E shows to call me for an interview.
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