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 delivering ice cream in downtown Toronto. Some memories I have long forgotten and some are not blog worthy, while others are forever etched in my mind and I will share them in my blog.

One such memory happened while I was waiting to make a delivery at an A&P store on Front Street in downtown Toronto. 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 as there was already another truck being offloaded at the dock and there were no other trucks behind me. I had already been waiting for almost an hour as I slumped down into the driver’s seat just staring out the front windshield while 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 the store receivers more than anything else on my job.

My eyes were focussed directly ahead and I was in a bit of a sleepy daze when 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 out of dumpsters surprisingly was not that rare in downtown Toronto as many homeless people would dumpster dive 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. It was an older, shorter aboriginal woman and she was completely naked except for she was wearing white socks. She climbed out and over onto the pavement and the next thing I noticed clothing items were being tossed out over the top from inside the dumpster. She was catching them and putting them on to wear and within a minute she had her clothes back on. Then two semi-clothed older white guys also climbed out of the top of 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 was 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 looked at me as she walked past my truck, she smiled and I could see she was missing many of her front teeth. She then asked me if I had a cigarette, I told her I didn’t smoke. Within a minute she had disappeared 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 hooker having a dumpster bin threesome. I was curious so I walked over to the bin to see if they had been actually having sex in with the garbage. The bin was completely empty with the exception of a half dozen or so empty discarded wine bitter bottles.

Within fifteen minutes I 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 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 keeping it locked. The bin was emptied every Friday and would usually remain empty over the weekend.

I delivered to that same store every Friday afternoon and I never saw the bin locked. Eventually and to prevent 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 now the bin would be full of garbage all weekend.

Sex with a hooker in a dumpster bin?

For sure that would be the most dumpy no-tell motel ever.