Like a dingo bone (if you're familiar). The same small size that we give Whinnie. Completely un-gnawed upon. No bite marks. Very dirty of course, from being on the highway. I feel bad for the poor dog that was bribed into the car (although I don't know a single dog that DOESN'T enjoy a good car ride) with a fresh rawhide, and no sooner had it's owner rolled down the windows for a good doggy-oxygen-high, than the poor pup dropped his bone right out the window. I bet he later got scolded for devouring said bone so quickly. When in reality, he never even got a taste. Heart-breaking.
only this one was empty. So it's possible it was once a pepper shaker. Or even a cute little cinnamon or nutmeg shaker (a la Starbucks "condiments" center). Regardless, the most fascinating fact was that it was fully intact. Fully recognizable. It may have been cracked somewhere, but that wasn't in my line of sight, and I knew from the full shape, exactly what it was. But I'm baffled by how the shaker came to be on 395. IF by some weird off chance, someone was in fact a-salting (get it? ha) their food while driving, and then decided to toss the shaker out the window, how is it possible it did not break? My experience with glass hitting pavement is insta-shatter. Perhaps someones car overheated on 395, and in a rush to grab all things important in their vehicle before it burst into flames, their beloved salt shaker fell from their grasp (a short drop) and rolled into the median. Panic would definitely have stopped me from seeing such a travesty. Fortunately those salt shakers cost about $2 at any home-goods store. Or for the more frugal, one can be "borrowed" from a local Denny's, free-o-charge.
I love creating mindless scenarios about people and their products.
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