For whatever reason, today I was reminded of being three years old and lunching with the street cleaner. He drove a little cart/sweeper thing and would take his break sitting on the grass outside our house. I called him The Jigger Man.
When I spotted him, I'd run inside and say, Mim! The jigger man is here! Can I take my lunch outside?
She'd give me little sandwiches wrapped up in paper and I'd rush out to sit beside him on the grass.
Oh I loved my jigger man picnics.
Was I a complete weirdo or did other kids do stuff like this?