21 June, Monday: On the main drag of Osborne Village in Winnepeg (Osborne St.), I drive through the alley to check out the oil situation. I see a man coming out of a back door near a couple of the green steel barrels, which should have grease (or be empty), from my experiences.
I point to the barrels and say "Can I have your oil?"
He looks at them and points to them and nods and smiles & gets in his car & leaves.
I know we are behind a noodle place.
The barrel is pretty much full, I use my medicine dropper, and its pretty dark (in comparison to other stuff, but not "don't take this stuff!"-dark).
I only had room to take half a tank, so I did, then started driving to Regina.
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