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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mastodon.social/users/AlSweigart/statuses/115477410585217213">Al Sweigart (alsweigart@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 03-Nov-2025 06:19:56 JST</a><a href="https://mastodon.social/@AlSweigart" title="alsweigart@mastodon.social"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/88025-48-20230407042503.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Al Sweigart" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Al Sweigart</a></section><article><p>Grocery stores throw out far more food than is shoplifted.</p><p>"Why don't shoplifters just take the food from the dumpster then?"</p><p>Because they have cameras on the dumpsters and security will be sent out when they see them on the monitors.</p><p>This isn't new. Grapes of Wrath was published in 1939:</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/5825180#notice-11438536">In conversation</a><time datetime="2025-11-03T06:19:56+09:00" title="Monday, 03-Nov-2025 06:19:56 JST">about 8 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mastodon.social/@AlSweigart/115477410585217213" rel="external" title="Sent from mastodon.social via ActivityPub">mastodon.social</a></span></span><a href="https://mastodon.social/@AlSweigart/115477410585217213">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/5411996">
“The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. (Alt text truncated for length)</a></label><br><a href="https://files.mastodon.social/media_attachments/files/115/477/409/353/397/295/original/77e3ee38414c0815.png" rel="external">https://files.mastodon.social/media_attachments/files/115/477/409/353/397/295/original/77e3ee38414c0815.png</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Al Sweigart (alsweigart@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 03-Nov-2025 06:19:56 JST Al Sweigart
Grocery stores throw out far more food than is shoplifted.
"Why don't shoplifters just take the food from the dumpster then?"
Because they have cameras on the dumpsters and security will be sent out when they see them on the monitors.
This isn't new. Grapes of Wrath was published in 1939:
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1. “The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth. There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. (Alt text truncated for length)
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