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Alright, there really hasn't been much action. This morning, an empty Tim Hortons cup, lid and all. I'd really like to say that I
didn't
roll up its rim to check for a donut or coffee prize, but that would be a lie. Not so surprisingly, it was a loser. I subsequently threw it away.
We all know what they look like, so no photo this time.
Back in black!
Alright, after many weeks of no milk crate and sadness, I return to bring you news. The milk crate has been reattached to the bicycle that is now functioning. Hurray.
No new presents as of yet, but there is a little story I have to tell.
The other day, a friend of mine thought it would be outrageously funny if he left a bag of burnt microwave popcorn in the milkcrate. I noticed it on my way out the next day, figured it had probably come from him, and went on my merry way. Fine. So far, pretty banal. However, coming home late that night, I took a peek into the milkcrate and saw that the popcorn was gone. Someone had taken it. Maybe to eat, but I hope not. Because burnt microwaveable popcorn is one of the most hideous things. No longer at all edible.
