My street has a knife-sharpening truck. It comes and it dingles and dangles like it's bringing me malt cups and choco tacos, but no, just ceramic and steel. I've never used it myself ("waking hours," "nudity/intoxication time"; tomatee, tomato) but I do love whenever it goes by because I get to picture people gathering all their kitchen knives in their arms and racing downstairs to catch that silly truck.
