These fancy new garbage cans have been showing up in my neighbourhood, and I can't help but wonder how long it will take until they are covered in graffiti, vomit, gum and dog urine. The one great thing about these new trash cans is the bar that you can step on that opens the flaps, so you no longer have to touch the graffiti/vomit/gum/dog urine covered flaps. Fantastically simple! But then of course the cynic in me says how long until the bar is broken by some jacked-up homeless man? Because I don't think the city will make fixing the bar a priority. And they've already covered their asses, in a way, in case the bars do get broken. Not sure if you can read the little black and white sign across the top? It says, "PUSH PEDAL OR FLAPS TO OPEN." Meaning that if something might happen to the pedal (which it will), you can always just push the flaps. Back to square one. I don't even want to know how much the fucking cans cost....
The other crazy thing about these cans are they have smoke holes....which would be really awesome if smokers actually gave a shit where their cigarette stubs ended up (p.s. the answer to that question is a two-parter: on the ground and/or in the belly of a pigeon).
In other news... a short bit of self-promotion. I sent a photo of my final outline for my book to this weird website in the states called Hit and Run Magazine. They posted it just the other day, so if you want to take a look at the kind of crazy CRAZY notes you make when you write a book, check it out here.
In other news... I was in No Frills the other day and there was a woman in front of me buying a giant bag of peanuts...which I took a picture of, on the sly. Why did she need so many peanuts? I had to wonder.
Anyway, for the record? The Center for Elephant Conservation says, "it is untrue that elephants love to eat peanuts."
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