[carson911s]

Thursday night is bin night.

Friday mornings I open the gates and bring the bins in at about 6.45ish when I head off to work.

This morning one of the green wheely bins was partly covered in a film of iced coffee and there was maybe half a centimetre in the bottom of the bin too.

I brought the bins in and tipped out the iced coffee. Some got on my shoe and a bit on my hand while I did this.

I wiped the iced coffee off my shoe and hand.

I drove off and about 500 metres down the road was an old hobo cobber of mine that I sometimes talk to as he wanders past the house. He is a bit mentally unwell and lives in a park up the road.

His hair is all matted and his beard looks like it has dreadlocks in it. His clothes are sort of shiny as they are so dirty. He likes to talk to me about cars and sometimes says something almost sensible.

Anyway, about 500 metres up the street I saw he was chundering into someone's wheely bin and kinda waving his arms around while he was doing it.

I guess that explains the random pattern of what I thought was iced coffee on and in my bin. And on my shoe. And my hand.

So that was my morning.