A chance meeting on BHGPUD


Beach Hill Garbage Pick Up Day afforded me a meeting with a neighbour. Charles was working his way down Gerrard as I worked my way up. We met at one of the new sidewalk tree beds, he bagging litter from one side while I cleaned the other.

We exchanged the usual pleasantries about how people are pigs and I said I liked his button. “You want one?”, asked Charles, rummaging in a pocket.

“Sure,” said I,  but Charles came up empty-handed.  He said he had hundreds at home and gave me the one he was wearing.

Another thing I liked about Charles … he’s ten years older than me.


BHGPUD is my own invention, not an official acronym. Catchy?


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