This was in the gutter one morning last week. No longer could I say, "I’ve seen everything while streetcombing (akin to beach combing but in the city) except the kitchen sink."
Some of the detritus treasures ‘washed up’ by the waves of my fellow human beings overnight come home with me and get used in Artist Trading Cards
The sink, being problematic size-wise and pocket-portability-wise, I left with a sigh and a grin.
The next day the sink had been gobbled up, thusly.
Those park garbage cans must go on the prowl when it gets dark.