I never claimed to be a writer and I never will. I write. That is it. I took a look at Naked Without A Pen blog and saw this post: Turning Trash Into Writing and it got me thinking about trash. Walking around my neighborhood quite frequently, me and my dog, Boddington, spy lots of trash, especially considering the main through street has a fast food restaurant at one end. As you would guess, there are lots of discarded fast food bags and wrappers, which probably also accounts for the various bone pieces that Boddie can find anywhere. (Do you know how difficult it is to get a KFC chicken bone out of a dog's mouth? It's not easy, I tell you!) There are the standard roadside trash, like cups and cans, but we have also seen some out of the ordinary trash:
The cap of a fire hydrant in an area that no fire hydrants were missing a cap
A pair of pants, men's, Chinos, khaki
A single marble
Pregnancy tests (two different times, and, no, I don't know the results)
Empty small ziplocks (likely once containing illicit substances)
A plastic army man
The letter "m"
A plethora of losing scratch off tickets (and I mean a plethora)
A single melted crayon, red
You never know what you can find. What oddities have you found roadside?