Root Beer Dum Dums, and Garbage Cans

I was walking through the office yesterday and I spotted a basket of Dum Dums. For a minute there I was in my kindergarten class hoping with every fiber of my being that there was a Root Beer flavored pop. I was drawn to this basket on someone elses desk like a moth to the flame. I had no choice. Sure enough, there was a Root Beer flavored on in there so I snagged it. I was thinking to myself "No one has seen me. This one's all mine!" It tasted every bit as good as it did when I was a kid. I was reminded of all the days we fought over who got the root beer dum dum, and who didn't. I ventured back up to my office with my new found candy and passed a co-worker. He stopped and said "What's that?" I proudly said "A Root Beer Dum Dum. I haven't had one since I was a kid." I could tell, he was enthralled as if I'd found the holy grail so I said "They're in the basket on Linda's desk." He too sprinted down to the basket and dug through until he found one. We probably should have been working, but we sat on the steps enjoying our Root Beer Dum Dums like we did when we were kids. Aahh, memories.

Well, my random thought of the day relates to a problem my sister has been having. Someone's thrown a garbage can in her yard that doesn't belong to her. It's clearly not her can, but the owner seems to be refusing to come and get it. So, the random thought of the day is this. Can you throw away a garbage can? No. I don't think you can. I think as soon as you throw it away, someone brings it back to you with a "Here you go, I found your garbage can."