Freegan Wet Dream
We were driving back from the Lort Smith animal hospital this morning, along Mt Alexander Road, when we saw a sign that made us pull over:
We went in. It was an almost expired food sort of place, with loads of cool stuff. I picked up some honey mustard cranberry condiment for 80 cents, some lime flavoured soft drink called Frenzy (which I think is funny, because it’s the name of Alfred Hitchcock’s only experiment in gore, which snobby film critics like to forget ever happened) and, best of all, a couple of large camemberts for two bucks each. Oh, and some bacon, of course, which was good quality stuff from Castlemaine, in separate sealed packs inside a cardboard box, which’ll go straight in the freezer. I make bacon myself, but that’s for eating. This bacon will be for cooking, for making baked beans and such.
Then, as we were leaving, I saw the bin. It was a freegan’s wet dream:
Yes, it was entirely filled with bacon.

