apped my hand and told me not to go through other people's garbage. Which, yeah, but THERE'S AN ENTIRE NINTENDO 64 IN THERE. Weirder yet, I kept saying this and she wouldn't acknowledge it and kept reiterating that whatever's in the garbage, unless it's a Christmas-born baby like in Tokyo Godfathers, I shouldn't. Also talked about her strangely extensive knowledge concerning the laws here surrounding garbage, public property, expectations of privacy, etc.
So this relationship is ruined and I might as well bide my time until I meet someone else who's not throwing away classic gaming consoles. Anyway, I got the Nintendo 64 here at home and it's covered in some kind of hardened crimson liquid and the corner's slightly cracked but otherwise it seems to work fine.
She just called me. She intimated that she noticed the N64 is missing from her garbage and told me I need to come over so she can destroy me with video games. Which, cool, we can play Smash 64 Remix.