I am a
street walker. Ha – bet I got your attention with that! I mean to say, I walk
quite a bit along the streets of my neighborhood. I walk my dogs almost every
day, and then, because I have a very old dog who cannot walk too far, I walk
myself. I like to vary my route, walking some days on the east/west running
streets and other days on the north/south running streets. Some days I get
really crazy and combine the two. I often walk down streets I’ve never walked
before. It is fun to check out others’ homes and gardens and front door color
choices.
There is a
very curious thing that I have seen on every walk I have taken for the three
plus years I have lived here. On random streets throughout my neighborhood I
see small empty plastic liquor bottles; the little ones you would get on a
commercial airline. At first I thought nothing of it; perhaps it was just
something that spilled from someone’s household trash. But I began to notice
that as soon as the old bottles were flattened by someone’s car tire new bottles
show up. And not just one bottle occasionally. I see several bottles scattered
along different streets every day.
The brands and types of liquor vary
also. I have seen vanilla vodka, Captain Morgan, tequila, Bacardi rum, bourbon,
and various flavors of schnapps, just to name a few. I am stymied by this. Who
is driving or walking through my neighborhood taking shots of alcohol from
teeny tiny bottles? Is it a bored housewife? (I swear it isn’t me!) A teenager?
Someone’s housekeeper walking to and from the bus stop? A businessman or woman
on his/her way to work every morning? One of the many dog walkers in the
neighborhood? The mail carrier?
Perhaps I should begin documenting
where I find the bottles and map it out. I could enlist the other neighborhood
street walkers, I mean walkers, to help me unravel the mystery. I can see it
now. A bunch of middle aged women in trench coats with binoculars and
walkie-talkies tailing suspicious looking characters (aka the school crossing
guards, the teachers from the elementary school, etc.).
I’ll report back if this mystery is
ever solved. In the meantime I should probably get a life.
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