Today in my milk crate...

Empty coffee cup, part two

The one thing that has been somewhat consistent about the milk crate's interaction with the city at large has been the fact that strangers often remove the garbage from the milk crate before I get the chance to. (Don't believe me? You clearly haven't been reading regularly. See the following for proof: "Back in black!" "And who will clean the milk crates?" comments to "Looks like garbage but it feels like..." and "New gifts for 2006!")

With this trend in mind, I thought nothing of it when an empty coffee cup landed, mouth down, on the post to which the bike gets locked. "It'll disappear soon enough," I thought, "there's no need for me to pick it up and throw it out."

I could not have been more wrong. Just take a look at the photo. There's the empty coffee cup. It's been hanging out for several weeks now. Other bikes have come and gone, garbage day has come and gone, but it's proving to be a stubborn loiterer.

posted by c. @ 9:21:00 p.m. 0 comments

A letter? For my milk crate?

A folded bit of correspondence landed in the crate the other day. I don’t receive a lot of mail that isn’t a bill of some kind or other, so I was a little excited by this. Of course (much like the recent Tim Horton’s cup) it was a bit of a disappointment. Not exclusively addressed to me, it turned out to be an odd poster sort of thing. The photos don’t exactly do it justice, so here is a transcription of what it says:

Thank god, (AT THE RISK OF HAVING YOUR HEAD CUT OFF)
Our Soldiers are dying in
afghanistan to restore their right
to kill christians. Good thing.
[photo]
CAN YOU SAY “RED-BUTTON-TIME”? I KNEW YOU COULD.

(Oh, and for the record, the all-caps text was handwritten, also in all-caps. I modified nothing.)

posted by c. @ 12:52:00 p.m. 0 comments