Nico (vilakins) wrote,
Nico
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Market fun and puns

I had to go into town to pick up our film festival tickets, so I took the opportunity of going round the craft market, the only shopping I enjoy. I got four very cool rings for $5 each (parking alone cost $9)--two paua and silver ones, a maltese cross, and a dark glittery panther. I also had a massage, then samosas and pakoras for lunch followed by organic coffee with an equally organic ginger biscuit. Yum.

When I got home I had to bring our wheelie-bin back down the driveway. I don't know if other people have those, or if they do, whether they call them that. They're rubbish bins on wheels which a truck with robot arms picks up and empties. On the way down the drive (which is a long one) I thought up a very silly Vila ficlet.

Wheelie Bin

The first week after Vila got back, he put all his rubbish in a plastic bag and put it outside his apartment building for pickup. It was the only bag in a neat line of green plastic bins on wheels.

"Where's your bin?" It was his neighbour, Jimbo, a large slow-talking man who worked in construction.

"I've been away," Vila said.

"No, where's your bin?"

What business was it of his? "I was on holiday."

"No, mate, where's your wheelie bin?"

"Oh, all right. I've really been to prison."

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