I have been doing a lot of walking lately. It always irritates me to see all the trash on the side of the roads.
Besides the usual cigarette packages, plastic bottles, McDonald’s bags and beer cans, I find some things that one might not expect. I have to wonder how they got there.
Condoms, new - it ain’t happening tonight, so you can just throw those out the window right now – and used – I guess we don’t need those anymore – litter my path.
Old cell phones – at least they won’t be talking or texting while driving.
Men’s underwear and women’s panties just two blocks before the used condoms – wow, that didn’t take long.
Today I found an old address book. I opened it up. Listed inside were women’s phone numbers. Only women’s phone numbers. It was a black book. This guy really knew a LOT of women.
He couldn’t have just lost this. Maybe his girlfriend found it and tossed it out. But I would like to think he had met the woman of his dreams and had no further use for the book and left this gold mine of numbers for someone else.
Someone like me maybe!
No, I am well past the age for this book to be of any use to me. It probably never would have been.
I decided to put it back on the ground where I found it. He just might change his mind and come back for it.
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