Atkinsonian Washer

Those of you who read my friend Dave Atkinson’s Sunday email newsletter know that Dave frequently writes about picking up spikes on the side of the road.

A white man’s hand holding a screw in his hand.

When I stepped off the bus on Upton Road this morning, carrying my folding bicycle, I was greeted by this sight:

A photo of a washer on the ground.

My first thought was “fuck Dave Atkinson and his self-righteous showoffery.”

My friendlier side then stepped forward, my “that Dave Atkinson is a model of civic responsibility for all of us” side. So I picked up the washer.

I kept riding.

Then, as I was pulling my bicycle up to the gym, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. It turned out to be a tiny cardboard box, perfectly sized to my newly-acquired washer.

A rusty washer inside a tiny cardboard box.

All hail Dave Atkinson. 

Peter Rukavina

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