June 10, 2008

Not Quite Footprints In the Sand

I walked to a local Subway restaurant from my office this afternoon. On the way back, sandwich in hand, I encountered, crumpled in the dust on the side of the road, a pair of women's yellow thong underwear. A little further down the road, there was an empty miniature bottle of Listerine. Further still, a condom wrapper. And finally! A used condom.

I'm not saying all the items were somehow related, necessarily, but a man could come up with a fairly entertaining narrative to connect them all, if he were so inclined.

I'm so inclined. . .

Posted by Ryan at June 10, 2008 12:49 PM | TrackBack

Your roadside is far more interesting than ours. All we have are dead bodies and smashed bottles of Corona.

Posted by: Erik at June 10, 2008 02:04 PM

In my barrio, at the end of that trail, you'd have a crack whore and transient still fucking behind the dumpster. Drunk on Listerine. High on crack. But using their condom cuz damn, you could get a disease.

Posted by: Donna at June 11, 2008 08:27 AM

Ryan, you need to quit following me.

Posted by: Autumn at June 12, 2008 09:00 AM
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