On my way to work today, I saw two old cars broken down along the shoulder, probably within 3 miles of each other. Not unusual in itself (I live in the Land of Drive’em “˜Til They Die), but both had giant sheets of plastic bunched up behind their back wheels. It looked for all the world like someone had dropped them off fresh from the junker factory, peeled back the protective plastic, and then just left it there. Is that possible?
Did a pack of painting drop-cloths make a break for it last night, only to die tragically beneath the wheels of abandoned vehicles? Or perhaps the Powers that Be need to sack their half-assed set decorator? I don’t know. It was just”¦weird. It made me think weird thoughts. (Oh, of course! It was probably Art.)