Excuse Me Sir…

Is that your ratty old couch cushion out on the 405 freeway?

For the last week I’ve driven by a big, filthy cushion on the ramp to the 405. It’s in that triangular striped area where no one drives, so it hasn’t moved all week. If I had a police escort, I would pick it up just cause I’m sick of looking at it.

How the hell did it get there? Someone lost it while they were driving and kept going? Oh come on, I bet it was something more sinister.

Like when you see a suitcase full of clothes tossed out on the freeway. I’m sure that was no accident. I imagine somebody stuck something in someone they shouldn’t have and public revenge seemed fair. Or someone just didn’t have the balls to break up, and tossing their clothes onto the freeway seemed a good messaging alternative.

Nothing says “We should talk but I don’t wanna” like the old stuff-on-the-highway trick.

What about when there’s one shoe laying on the side of the road, where is the other one? Good to know the suitcase explanation, I’ve always wonderd.

i absolutely love this entry…happy to know its not just my mind that starts racing with scenarios when i see this kind of stuff. the couch though would really just irk me…passing by it every day. If it’s not cleared soon, you need to take matters into your own hands and take an alternative route.

I’m cracking up as I read this entry. And I’m so intrigued that I almost want to ask you which ramp so that I can check it out for myself.