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?