Up at 2. Last night I got a good practice in, got stuff together to list on Ebay, and mainly goofed off watching too many documentaries. One was about "furries" and was quite good. I knew a couple of furries back when I had my own little business in Sunnyvale, and they were nice people. The documentary is called "The Fandom".
I also took the 3/8" piece of brass tubing I'd bought at Ace Hardware and cut it in half, then sharpened one end of one half, and used it like a cutter to cut holes in my Crocs, 3 on each side where there are indentations where there'd be holes on non-Bistro Crocs, and it seems they're a bit less sweaty to wear now. There are either regular Crocs with holes all over 'em, or Bistro Crocs which have no holes, and this is my in-between solution.
Last night I saw something interesting: Some scumsuckers showed up with their scumsucker van and went to the back corner of the parking lot and seemed to get getting a lot of stuff they'd stashed just on the other side of the fence, tossing it over and putting it into the van as fast as they could. Then they drove over near-ish to the front of the place where another scumsucker vehicle was parked, got more stuff, then took off. Good riddance. It seems the security company is making regular rounds now, and as I've told Ken, it must be because the scumsuckers have done something to piss off other people around here too.
So I was up at 2, made my coffee and had it and vitamins etc., and finally got going about 4:30, my main cargo being some trash that needed to go out. Where Rogers Avenue meets Queen's Lane, there was a cop SUV and a bum on a bike with a bag of bum-belongings etc. but I didn't see where the cop was. As it was, I rode by giving it all a wide berth by using the little loop created by the CalTrans driveway there.
I rode to J-town and dumped the trash and got two "Aji fry" (breaded fried horse mackerel) and a Doutor canned coffee and went to eat at the benches on 5th. There was a Mexican guy there by the monument on the other side of the sidewalk who said "This is a nice peaceful place!" or something to that effect. We talked a little, he lived a street up and I told him my friend Leroy lives around the area, and he said he sees Leroy all the time.
I finished eating and swung by the blessing box on 5th and picked up an interesting book on inter-cultural misunderstandings that looks really useful. Then I rode up 4th to look for stuff the college students might be tossing out but didn't find anything. As I rode back around Santa Clara street, I thought this was a pretty good trip except I'd like to get some free stuff. Lo and behold, I came upon a series of dumpsters with some interesting stuff. I picked out a woven basket that's perfect for laundry, and a 12-inch cast iron frying pan that just needs a good cleaning and seasoning. So that's my $30 worth of free stuff for the day.
It was a long ride back as the woven basket kept bumping into my knee if I wasn't careful and even when I was. But I got home only losing a little skin, no blood. I put things away and decided to take a quick look around the complex Grill-'Em is in, and this got interesting.
I went through the complex the way I usually do, looking for lettering vinyl at the one place (none) first, and as I got around the corner I noticed some noisy Indian people having a party or something. One of the gals shrieked out, "HEY YOU! HEY YOU!!" and then "HEY BITCH!!" etc., I quickly went around the corner and then circled around and hid the bike behind a large white van parked by the veggie dumpster. I took a look and - no veggies. Also no followers. The thing is, if some of them had jumped into a car they might have gotten me. But hiding there, if I saw them race by, then I could dash out and go the opposite way and lose myself in the maze of little streets around, and gradually make my way back to the shop by a long and circuitous route.
My theory is this: The clothes, purses, etc. being thrown out were thrown out due to some family spat, and now they're pissed off that the stuff is gone. I was probably seen on a camera, and since I was the first to notice the stuff and to open the bags up etc so others could have a go, it's considered to be my fault. It was a lot of expensive stuff, so they're pissed off.
The joke's on them though, because I never go out without some sort of weapon (I had my "explainer" with me) and I never seem to find anything worthwhile from that side of that complex anyway. I'll just check the veggie dumpster and not be seen on that side of the complex at all. And I may not even check that veggie dumpster for a while. There's the dumpsters behind H Mart, and the ones at Sprouts too. And I may just buy more of my veggies after all; for instance I bought some broccoli today.
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