Old-school binners have a nomenclature all their own; they often loosely refer to anything they find on or beside garbage or recycling bins as "tips." On my way to bed last night I was lucky enough to pick up a few such things deliberately left where us binners could find them: a coffee cake, Belgian chocolate cookies, and the prize of prizes -- peanut butter-filled pretzel squares!
I love these -- I used to buy a bag of them almost every day at London Drugs, until they stopped selling them. What some nice people put beside their apartment dumpster last night wasn't a bag, but a plastic tub -- nearly full. Thank you nice people! High point of my evening.
I offered a friend the chance to try one; he sceptically popped one into his mouth. I had to snatch to tub out of his reach when he then tried for a handful. They're that good.
Why is there a car in my bedroom?
While I getting ready for bed, enjoying a coffee and my crunchy peanut buttery snack, I couldn't help but admire the car that has been sharing my parkade over night for over a week. It's a nice-looking car -- I thought so from the moment I first saw it -- a Mazda-something. Maybe a Miata. It's a sporty little thing that's for sure.
Other workers in this building occasionally leave their cars parked overnight, some for days at a time, but none have been as attractive as this one. I've grown fond of it and I'll miss it when it's gone. Click the images to enlarge them.
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Vroom vroom! Normally not how I want to see a car but I trust this one.[/caption]
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