After cashing in bottles, I rode back Westward, my trailer flaunting it's Creamsicle-orange butt in the bright spring sunshine, to the Waves coffee house at West Broadway and Spruce. My coffee order is too predictable: Large dark mocha, extra-hot, with a slice of banana loaf. The owner punches it in, then laughs, "Ha ha! It came out as 'extra-hoot.'"
That is funny. It's Welfare cheque day in the big city, and a lot of my binning brethren get said government cheese, and will be downtown today getting just that -- an extra hoot. Enjoy yourselves boys and girls. Don't hurry back.
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