Quasar Bottle Depot

well just went to this bottle depot. the looks inside just a normal bottle depot nothing wrong there. didn’t have to wait long to be helped which is good. do i start to put my empties on the counter. while doing so a guy can in and he said to the other guy at the till i pre counted them. wondering even they let you do so and found it odd they went with it. they gave the guy his money. but now i know why this customer counted first CAUSE THEY RIP YOU OFF. i had four sized bags which at the other bottle depot i usually go to by Beverley they don’t gyp you off very good. DON’T TAKE YOUR BOTTLE HERE EVER NEVER

Drive your car through the crowds of homeless people milling around (slowly!) and pull around back. Welcome to Boyle Street, by the way.
This is a bottle depot much like any other, and you know the routine: remove all the bottles you’ve carefully collected over the last month or two from the trunk of your car, lock the doors so nobody steals your jumper cables for the copper, and put your accumulated shame in the form of a prodigious number of beer cans, liquor bottles, two liter Diet Pepsi bottles and a single, solitary milk jug on a stainless steel counter for everyone to examine and judge, avoiding eye contact all the while. But then something magical happens.
Every time I come, here the total is always either $ 10.40 or $ 15.60. No matter what combinations you try to think up to change it, it happens. Even that time my wife became addicted to those strawberry-​peach-​mango drinks had no effect; the collective worth has always been one of those two numbers.
It’s possible there’s a subliminal adding machine somewhere in the back of my wife’s mind that says, «Together with the five energy drink cans Evan tossed into the back seat of the car after chugging them on his morning commute, we have reached $ 10.40. IT IS TIME.» I hope so, because it’s either that or I’m getting ripped off.