DH got home from work at the usual time today.
D: Come for a short walk with me. Just down the street, a couple houses south of the service station.
Me: Huh? I'm making a latte. Need coffee.
D: Is it iced? It'll keep. Grab your camera. Really, I want to know if I'm imagining this.
Me: But... coffee. It's after 5, and I haven't had coffee today. Need coffee.
I hit the button, and the espresso machine begins to cheerily grind beans.
D: C'mon, it'll only take a couple minutes. Indulge me.
When he says these words, I know he usually has a good reason, darnit. The magical machine purrs happily, pouring two shots over ice. I sigh wistfully in its direction.
Me: (slipping on sandals and jacket) *grumblegrumblecoffeegrumble*
Here's what he wanted to show me, and he was right. It made me laugh like crazy:
Okay, now I really need that latte.
DH points out that it's interesting how easily these things slip by us. You're used to all sorts of crap stenciled on these bins, so you barely notice. The only reason he noticed was because seeing the bin reminded him that garbage day was coming up, and then he looked at it a second time. I had walked by that very place twice today on the way to and from the grocery store not an hour before, and I didn't notice it. Even staring right at it from across the street this evening, it didn't clue in right away.
Apparently, we were a few months late to the party. Here's someone who beat us to it. We're pretty sure this is the same location.
I really love my neighbourhood.
Perhaps I should also keep an eye on the garbage men?