Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Some Days, the Lines Between Weirdo and Magnet Are Blurred by Dappled Sunlight

Remember two days ago, when Val's faith in humanity was restored? When a stranger stopped to offer her assistance by the low water bridge, in case T-Hoe was out of commission? Scratch the phonograph record with the replacement needle found in Val's mother's safe. That lasted less than 48 hours. Val spat out the milk of human kindness like a mistaken sip of Diet Pepsi.

Two days later, mind you, after that Good Samaritan stopped to ask, "Y'alright?" and went on his merry way...Val found THIS at her own low water bridge:


That's not an artsy photo showing the autumn slant of the late-morning sun down by Val's creek. That's a bunch of trash left behind by ne'er-do-wells Sunday night! Looks like they had their makin' whoopie blanket, and a tasty treat of little donuts, and some...uh...toilet paper for a purpose we don't want to think about, and a bottle of water to rehydrate. Not sure if I got the water bottle in frame. The dappled sunlight threw me off. Plus I was sitting in T-Hoe taking a picture out the window. And you KNOW what happened the last time I did that!

What if my would-be savior had been trolling the back roads for a partner in lust? Had this stuff stashed behind the seat of his pickup, to entice a willing companion? He DID take off headed in the direction of Val's creek. Just sayin'...maybe he was out scouting locations for his private party.

There are a lot of weirdos out there, you know.

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  1. And sometimes they're next to you in bed, hooked up to a breathing machine...

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    1. And sometimes that breather hose can get a kink in it...

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  2. I know, I know. I stopped at a scenic overlook recently only to discover some miscreant had dumped a bag or two of garbage over the side. Animals!

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    1. Don't tell anyone, but many years ago, I found a Walmart bag full of trash on our gravel road, and looked in it, and found some junk mail from a cigarette manufacturer. I guess somebody had cleaned out their car. It had old (losing) lottery tickets, and a 20 bottle half full of Mountain Dew, and envelopes and napkins and junk food wrappers.

      I took it home, put it in an old Amazon box, and mailed it to the address on that junk mail with a note inside that I had found something that belonged to them. I poured the soda out of the bottle, though, for cheaper mailing costs.

      It was worth the postage to imagine those people making a trip to the post office (it was a large box) to see what surprise package they were getting.

      Yeah. I'm a passive-aggressive psycho!

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    2. Well played Val...Well played!

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  3. Disturbing that people would use other people's property for a dumping ground. Be careful when you're out there alone.

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    1. Well, I WAS constantly looking over my shoulder as I took that picture from the comfort of T-Hoe's leather seat.

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  4. Uggg, I HATE it when people dump rubbish! We get it all the time at the farm, bags of rubbish, fridges and even a mattress a few months ago all left in a gateway!

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    1. We got a fridge, too! I think the best thing we ever got was an arm. Yeah. That's it. An arm. Not the three-box portable meth lab. That was the worst. Our road was blocked for two hours by the county sheriff and his deputies.

      The Road Arm link, with photo:

      http://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-very-special-episode.html

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  5. That looks like some good trash to me.

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    1. It's MICKEY MOUSE! Or at least a cheap knockoff. I don't EVEN want to know what's rolled up in there. Still there today.

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