After commuting via public transportation for five years I am now, sadly, back in the car for my daily trip to work. Not by choice, mind you, but by neccesity. I could go on and on about the horrible public transportation network in my city but I am guessing it’s not any different than any other mid-sized American city. It’s a horrible, horrible state of affairs.
The mental space needed to travel via public transportation and the mental space needed to travel via car are two very different beasts. It took me a few months to adjust to the former and it has taken me about a year to adjust to the later. I think it goes without saying that I prefer the public mode.
In order to amuse myself during what is, mostly, a low stress 25-minute drive to my office I have taken to making a list of all the random things I have seen thrown to the side of the road. It is also much fun to mentally negiotiate the series of actions that must have proceeded the dump out the window/off the roof/out of the truck bed on to the highway.
Aside from the obvious road-kill buffet I have seen:
– A shoe
– A bag
– A desk
– A kid’s picnic table
Most of those are common – shoes, bags… (while common, still a little weird).
You could see how a desk or a picnic table could end up there…an over zealous dad filling the bed of his truck just a bit too full.
But today, today I saw something that will leave me thinking for quite a long time.
Today I saw a toaster.
Not just any toaster. But a nice toaster.
Now what in the name of all things holy caused that toaster to meet its fate on a random highway in upstate NY?