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Stranger than fiction

This morning Rosy the Wonder Greyhuahua and I returned from our walk to find this at the bottom of the street.

It took me a moment to realize that’s an arrow at the bottom of the sign. And a moment more to realize that it’s pointing at a used condom. (Or, at least, a condom that has been removed from its foil wrapping. I didn’t check it out that closely.)

Now, we live in a nice neighborhood. It’s generally quiet. Children play in the street. The biggest commotion we experience is when the ice cream truck loops around the cul-de-sac playing “Do Your Ears Hang Low?” So I have to wonder who was ticked off enough that—rather than throwing away the condom, or sweeping it into the gutter with their feet, or simply ignoring it—they were compelled to call attention to it with a bright orange traffic cone and a sign in big red letters.

Who is “me”? Who is “me” talking to? And how does the wine bottle tie in to all this? My writer self can’t help but see the potential…

Categories: Thoughts.

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3 Responses

  1. So I hear you’re living in Marin now?

  2. Where did they get a bright orange traffic cone? What, they picked it up at their local station’s fire sale in case they needed to bring attention to condoms in their street?

    avatarLena_PMay 16, 2010 @ 6:06 pmReply
  3. Living on a corner lot in a city, I get a lot of junk in my yard, including occasional used condoms. I don’t call attention to them, just throw them away. (And notify my wife that the presence of used condoms in the trash is not evidence that I’m cheating on her.) To all the ladies out there, if your guy throws trash in other people’s yards, dump him, ’cause if he doesn’t respect other people’s property, he won’t respect you, either.

    avatarWarpSpeedMay 16, 2010 @ 6:44 pmReply



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