Today I was just ambling along, on my usual afternoon walk around the neighborhood, when I spotted a glove in the road.
Its placement was a bit unusual, as it was not on the sidewalk but in the traffic lanes.
Anyway, I went up to it, first checking to see no vehicles were coming (of course), for the obligatory closeup.
Then, this pair of old ladies sitting at a bus stop called out to me, saying the other glove was "over there", pointing a little ways back up the street. Evidently they had been watching me going through my little ritual, and were intrigued. I looked, and yes, it was the other glove all right, lying a short distance away in the very center of the road, back in the direction I had come from. I had missed it on my first pass because, well, because I just wasn't looking, not expecting a glove would be lying in the middle of traffic.
So I went and took my shots, came back to thank the babushkas for bringing it to my attention, then went back to take these closing shots:
I have to say, it was pretty odd. Why would anyone do this? Did someone belatedly realize, while driving, they are allergic to the material of the gloves and throw them out? Did some fortune teller tell her client the gloves are cursed and must needs be got rid of in traffic so that lots of other cars would drive over them and thereby dilute their power to do evil? Weird.
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