Every time I see this bucket (it holds our Badminton rackets etc) I have to chuckle.
I was in Brighton, taking a few boxes of rubbish to a nearby municipal dump. Arriving at the dump, I found a youngish rather 'well-to-do' looking man THROWING stuff from the back of his car, with angry delight. He was obviously in a very bad mood.
His ejectiles included brand new Hockey sticks, women's clothes and shoes, pictures, kitchen kit, radios, ornaments, suit cases, and the above Florist's bucket; amongst a whole lot of other brand new looking possessions.
I casually asked "Are you chucking all this stuff away?"
"Yes I fucking am" he replied, heatedly.
"Would you mind if I took the bucket?" I asked.
"Take whatever you fucking like" he replied, going ever redder by the minute.
I took the bucket, and left without saying any more.
What happened when his poor wife/girlfriend returned home; I can't imagine, but I quite expect a court case followed soon after. It didn't give me any pleasure in her misery, but the bucket has served me well for over 40 years; and she's not having it back!