A crate day

A few weeks ago I came across a milk crate in our shed as I was tidying things up. Upon closer searching I actually found three milk crates that had been obtained (presumably by the previous owner) and secreted away. Milk crates are funny things. They are super-useful for storing and transporting things in; they often appear in yuppie or hip cafes as seats; they are often branded with their owners name, and it is illegal to hold on to them because they are owned by dairies.

When I came across these three milk crates I decided I would attempt to return them to their owners (if possible). One milk crate was unbranded, so, like sheep rustling, I reckon finders-keepers applies. Another crate had the name of a dairy that no longer operates, so it is impossible to return; and the third had the name of a well-known, still operating dairy on it - so I thought I would try to return the crate.

I contacted the company via email letting them know I had found a crate whilst clearing up a shed and wanted to return it. They replied indicating they had passed my email on to one of their local employees. A few days later I received an email from the local person describing where the depot was. I replied that I would return it during my next trip near that part of town.

A few days later I was indeed heading to near that part of town so called in at the depot with the milk crate. A gentleman came out to see what I wanted. I told him I had come across the crate, that it had his name on it and I wished to return it.

Mission was accomplished, and one wild milk crate was wrangled and returned to its flock.