Chatting to my daughter at the weekend, she is a manager in a Liverpool supermarket. She was moving some cages to the back of the store at about 10pm last Wednesday and heard a racket coming from one of the big bins.
A young lad pops his head out, reasonably well dressed, not a chav or a tramp, wearing a rucksack.
He had a frozen chicken in each hand. He pops them into the rucksack and says to my daughter 'er, am I ok here or do you want me to go?' she let him carry on.
Apparently he is a 'Freegan'. He reckoned he lived almost exclusively on decent food that gets discarded, some of it is chucked out for the most trivial reason.
A young lad pops his head out, reasonably well dressed, not a chav or a tramp, wearing a rucksack.
He had a frozen chicken in each hand. He pops them into the rucksack and says to my daughter 'er, am I ok here or do you want me to go?' she let him carry on.
Apparently he is a 'Freegan'. He reckoned he lived almost exclusively on decent food that gets discarded, some of it is chucked out for the most trivial reason.
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