I just returned from the sun and sand.
But before I left, I couldn’t help but think there has been a strange sense of normalcy in the air lately. I’ve been confused by the lack of creepy pandas, 80s mannequins, naked mannequins or dueling Elvi around the neighborhood lately.
The sight of this stopped me in my tracks a few weeks ago:
Let’s make up some hypotheses about how these CDs got there, shall we?
- A jilted lover seeks revenge on her music-loving boyfriend by tossing his music collection to the street.
- A belly dancer loses her performance set, running late for a show (the only legible CD said “Belly Dance Songs,” after all)
- A teenager, desperate for a new CD collection, tosses his current rotation on the street, claiming it was “stolen.”
Cast your vote. While none of these hypotheses are exciting, I still am curious as to how they got there.