Of Spongy Pucks, Bedraggled Dolls and Mud Puddles
Journeying to work and back today brought a whole crop of odd sights.
This morning I pulled through the ol' fast food drive-thru (spelling that correctly, as drive-through? seems wrong) for a couple of greasy-but-cheap croissanwiches. In the interest of time I didn't request that the spongy puck of egg be removed from each sandwich. So, after pulling away, I partly unmade the 'sanwiches, DIY style, and got to witness the flight trajectory of an eggy disc when flung from a car window.
At a speed of perhaps 7 mph, the disc angled up, making a slight "woosh" sound as it began to cut through the air. However, the disc soon lost speed and momentum, angling back down to its point of departure and flabbily flopping into the wet, muddy gutter.
After work, the odd sights continued. Passing the fairgrounds, I spied a 40ish man wearing a dingy white ski jacket and carrying a yellow, rectangular pack on his back with a DART logo. Peering out the top of the pack was a china doll, her whole head visible to anyone behind her master, blue eyes staring in that disconcerting way that only doll eyes do and long chestnut hair bedraggled. As I continued looking, he noticed me, and smiled. I very nearly pulled up beside him to ask, "What gives with the doll?" but of course I didn't.
And finally, as I kept driving, I passed a large puddle on the right side of the road. As we'd just had a gully washer, that was no surprise. However, there was an orange street cone right in the middle of the puddle, and on the side was a man who appeared to be standing guard over it. The funniest thing was his shirt. It read, "Coast Guard."
This morning I pulled through the ol' fast food drive-thru (spelling that correctly, as drive-through? seems wrong) for a couple of greasy-but-cheap croissanwiches. In the interest of time I didn't request that the spongy puck of egg be removed from each sandwich. So, after pulling away, I partly unmade the 'sanwiches, DIY style, and got to witness the flight trajectory of an eggy disc when flung from a car window.
At a speed of perhaps 7 mph, the disc angled up, making a slight "woosh" sound as it began to cut through the air. However, the disc soon lost speed and momentum, angling back down to its point of departure and flabbily flopping into the wet, muddy gutter.
After work, the odd sights continued. Passing the fairgrounds, I spied a 40ish man wearing a dingy white ski jacket and carrying a yellow, rectangular pack on his back with a DART logo. Peering out the top of the pack was a china doll, her whole head visible to anyone behind her master, blue eyes staring in that disconcerting way that only doll eyes do and long chestnut hair bedraggled. As I continued looking, he noticed me, and smiled. I very nearly pulled up beside him to ask, "What gives with the doll?" but of course I didn't.
And finally, as I kept driving, I passed a large puddle on the right side of the road. As we'd just had a gully washer, that was no surprise. However, there was an orange street cone right in the middle of the puddle, and on the side was a man who appeared to be standing guard over it. The funniest thing was his shirt. It read, "Coast Guard."
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