A Dumpster Bin Threesome.

Like I have mentioned in many of my previous memories not a week would go by without me witnessing something so bizarre or so out of the ordinary while working in downtown Toronto. Some memories I have long forgotten and some are not even blog worthy. Still others are forever etched in my mind ready to share on my blog.

One such memory happened while I was waiting to make a delivery at an A&P store on Front Street. I remember it was a hot, hazy, humid Friday afternoon and it was my last delivery for the day. I was parked in the receiving alleyway right behind the store. There was already another truck being offloaded at the dock and there were no other trucks waiting behind me. I had already been waiting for almost an hour as I slumped down into the driver’s seat staring out the front windshield while just listening to the radio.

The store receiver was a guy named Ron; he could be a moody sonofabitch and would take his sweet time unloading trucks whenever he was in a bad mood. I just assumed on this particular Friday that Ron was in one of his bad moods.

I fuck’n hated dealing with guys like Ron and most of the store receivers on my route more than anything else about my job.

My eyes were focused directly ahead and I was in a bit of a sleepy daze. Then suddenly the large blue dumpster bin about a hundred feet in front of me caught my eye. There was someone literally climbing out of the six foot high dumpster. Seeing people climb in and out of dumpsters surprisingly was not that rare in downtown Toronto. Many homeless people would often dumpster dive while looking for discarded scraps of food or clothing.

But this time it was something completely different, something I had never seen before in my entire life. The person I saw was a short older aboriginal woman and she was completely naked except for she was wearing dirty white socks. She climbed out and over and then she jumped down onto the pavement. I then noticed clothing items were now being tossed out and over the top from inside the dumpster. The woman was catching them then putting them on to wear and within a minute she had all her clothes back on. Next there were two semi-clothed white guys who also climbed out from inside the bin. One of the guys was not wearing any pants and his private parts were all completely exposed. He immediately put on the pair of jeans that were still lying on the pavement.

The three of them said nothing as they all went their separate ways. The woman began walking towards my truck and the two guys went the opposite direction out onto King Street. The woman was looking at me as she walked past my truck. She smiled and I could see that she was missing many of her front teeth. She then asked me if I had a cigarette and I told her that I didn’t smoke. Within a minute she too had disappeared from behind my truck and out onto Church Street.

I could not believe what I had just witnessed right in front of me. It was quite obvious to me she was a most likely a hooker turning tricks inside the garbage bin. It was a dumpster bin threesome. I was now very curious so I walked over to the bin to see if they had been actually having sex in with all the garbage. The bin was completely empty with the exception of a half dozen or so empty discarded little cooking glass wine bitter bottles.

Within fifteen minutes I now had my truck backed up to the dock and Ron was unloading his skid. I told him what I had seen while I was waiting and he was not at all surprised. It seems there were a couple of the area's skanky hookers that would use the same bin during the warmer months to perform sexual favors. He told me that the bin was supposed to be kept locked to keep the hookers out of the alleyway but the business that owned the bin could never be bothered locking it. The bin was emptied every Friday morning and it would usually remain empty over the weekend.

I delivered to that same store every Friday afternoon and I never saw the bin locked. Eventually to prevent the hookers from using the bin over the weekend the pick-up schedule was changed. The dumpster bin was now being emptied on Mondays instead of Fridays so the bin would remain full of garbage over the weekend.

Sex with a hooker in a dumpster bin?

Now that for sure would have to be the dumpiest no-tell motel ever.