Walking back to HAP from the BAART Clinic the other day, I stopped in a liquor store, got a banana. I’d finished it by the time I’d walked down 9th Street to Mission. There’s a trash can on that corner, so that’s where I went with the peel.
Parked at that same corner, lights flashing, was a cop car. As I approached the trash can, I saw that I wasn’t alone there. Two cops, who had obviously just intercepted some open containers on the street, were there, emptying a half-pint each of vodka and rum into the trash can, just as I tossed in my banana peel.
”Looks like we’re making a banana-trash daiquiri,” I quipped. “Cocktail time!”
They didn’t respond.
Update 10/7/11: The large turgid cocktail shaker has been removed by the city. There goes my plan to make garbage-tinis for the neighborhood.
Where the trash can used to be.
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