“Bloody snobs”, muttered Pete the bin man, as his latest attempt to strike up a little conversation with an inhabitant of Viceroy Gardens failed dismally.
Pete had been emptying the basket for poop bags when a young woman approached with her Labrador and dropped another bulging little sack on the top. “Good morning, love, how are you today?” Pete said to the blonde, who completely ignored him.
As she minced away on high heels, Pete turned his attention to the refills. Taking his penknife, he made little nicks to the occasional new poop bag and stuffed it into the dispenser.
Pete had been emptying the basket for poop bags when a young woman approached with her Labrador and dropped another bulging little sack on the top. “Good morning, love, how are you today?” Pete said to the blonde, who completely ignored him.
As she minced away on high heels, Pete turned his attention to the refills. Taking his penknife, he made little nicks to the occasional new poop bag and stuffed it into the dispenser.
