I got Flock’d yesterday.
Outside our local supermarket there are a couple of charity collection bins — you know the ones I mean, those dumpster-looking things with old mailbox-type swinging flaps.
Well lo and behold, as I was doing my monthly closet-cleansing routine I looked up and saw you-know-what perched on a pole above my head.
So after I’d dropped our two Trader Joe’s bags into the slot-door thingy, I waved goodbye to the camera:
…and carried on with my supermarket trip.
I know, I know: the camera is only there because some assholes persist in using the bins for garbage disposal, and the charity clearly wants to pass information of said dumpers on to the fuzz for their attention.
It didn’t make me feel any better, though. So I guess I’ll just be finding another drop which doesn’t play Eye-Spy with its donor class. And if they all start doing it, I’ll just dump our donations into a different kind of dumpster in future.
Yeah, I feel that strongly about it.
And you’ll appreciate the next post, then.