Tuesday, February 12, 2013

RANDOM STUFF WE SAW WHILE OUT DRIVING POST-BLIZZARD ON SUNDAY



Some Random Stuff We Saw While Out Driving Post-Blizzard on Sunday:

1.  An orange traffic cone, followed by a huge metal brace, followed by a red heavy-duty tow strap, followed by a second huge metal brace, followed by a snow blower, followed by the idiot in the pick-up truck who didn't secure any of the stuff nor his tailgate and dumped all of these items into and along the roadway on route 110 for about a half mile.
 
2.  The giant Mickey Mouse symbol carved into a huge snow bank, shining from the glistening flakes like the Bat Signal looming over Gotham.

3.  A man wearing a really nice Crown Royal jacket (that I wanted, so my daughter rolled down the window with the intention of asking him where he got it, but we were in Lawrence so it was probably taken from a dead body in an alley, and I didn't think I wanted to get one the same way), except he ruined the whole look by wearing women's aqua-colored knit gloves.

4.  People pulled over in a teeny car trying to re-strap a large wooden pallet to the top of their vehicle, paying no mind whatsoever to the fact that the pallet had started to break apart from the impact of flying off the roof and onto the pavement.

5.  A man with a young child, hopefully father and son, obviously here from another country as they had clearly never seen snow before, walking down the solid line in the middle of snarled traffic on route 28 in Lawrence because they decided to take a walk up Water Street in the sunshine and sloppy slush.

6.  A man, who had trudged through knee-deep snow, was sitting on a park bench with his large dog, a boxer.  And yes, the boxer was sitting up on the bench, too, with its front paws like lazy arms to the sides, and his back legs hanging over while his butt rested right on the railing, looking like a person waiting for a bus to come by.  The man was hugging him.  Didn't ask; didn't really want to know.

7.  CVS employee who told the story of the man cross-country skiing to the store in the height of the blizzard … for a small bag of potato chips.  (Guy probably needed rolling papers, too, but they don't sell them at the pharmacy.)

Nothing like driving through the city post-blizzard.  Reminds us why people-watching truly is a never-ending series of tempting writing prompts. 

Stay safe out there, kids.