Last Saturday, I was sitting in a bus on my way to the city centre. A woman got on the bus, carrying a handbag and a bucket. A bucket. It’s March, so she clearly couldn’t be planning to go berry picking. For a moment I figured she had just bought the bucket (who doesn’t need a bucket?) and was on her way home, but it was before 9 am and the shops weren’t open yet. So, what?
Friend: ”Hey, I’m spring cleaning this Saturday, come and help out! It’s BYOB, bring your own bucket!”
An ultra-modern fashion statement: instead of a boring old tote bag, she decided to put her groceries in a way cool bucket.
Perhaps there is a source for some super fresh milk somewhere in town.
It was interesting. Whatever the reason for the bucket, I hope she did not intend to kick it. Oh harity-har.