Homeless in Vancouver: Fast cars and peanut butter
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 the store 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 skeptically popped one into his mouth.
I had to snatch the 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 overnight 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.