McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day
"Ooooh-kaaaay."
So, the tires that had been set aside for that big sculpture project were all gone when Dean had come in to the junkyard today.
In fact, so was all of the junk.
The entire yard, with the exception of the designated spaceship-freaking-parking-lot off to the other end over there, was full of nothing but tiny, plastic garbage cans, in ridiculously bright colors. And when Dean got over that necessary moment of just blank staring, shrugged it off, and went to open one, it was full of that sort of candy that, really, would probably make a half decent sidewalk chalk, too.
Garbage Can-dy. Go figure.
Dean just sighed, headed home for a few minutes to get himself some coffee, a lawn chair, and a newspaper to read, and then settled in near the gate for the day on the off-chance that somebody wanted to put an order down for future scrap. Or art. In the meantime, the candy was free.
[Open, and OCD-free!]
So, the tires that had been set aside for that big sculpture project were all gone when Dean had come in to the junkyard today.
In fact, so was all of the junk.
The entire yard, with the exception of the designated spaceship-freaking-parking-lot off to the other end over there, was full of nothing but tiny, plastic garbage cans, in ridiculously bright colors. And when Dean got over that necessary moment of just blank staring, shrugged it off, and went to open one, it was full of that sort of candy that, really, would probably make a half decent sidewalk chalk, too.
Garbage Can-dy. Go figure.
Dean just sighed, headed home for a few minutes to get himself some coffee, a lawn chair, and a newspaper to read, and then settled in near the gate for the day on the off-chance that somebody wanted to put an order down for future scrap. Or art. In the meantime, the candy was free.
[Open, and OCD-free!]