The Day After Tomorrow
I removed a pool from the road the other day.
That sentence really is an abomination.
I was walking to the bus stop after work during a windstorm. I was waiting to cross the street when a kiddie wading pool, damaged and dirty, came flying in from my peripheral vision and landed in the middle of the street blocking 2 lanes of traffic and what was about to become my path when the light changed. The bus I was about to board and a car both just sat there, looking at the pool.
And again, minor adversity and society begins to collapse. Once the light changed I removed the obstruction and traffic resumed. How long would they have waited before doing anything I wonder? Getting on the bus the driver didn’t even say thank you. I was under no obligation to remove the pool, I could have walked around it and watched society slowly unravel.
My good deed going completely unrecognized I decided to look back at my handiwork. I had wedged the pool between two newspaper boxes to keep it from just flying back into traffic but the wind was so strong it had sufficient force to dislodge it and send it to a different part of the intersection. The drivers of the cars just sat there staring at it, presumably willing it to disappear - unfortunately it seems the force was weak with them.
This whole situation is not normal, people. Pools are not supposed to be in roads. Bits of plastic in the road should not cause your brain to explode.
As the evidence mounts that the end is nigh there’s only two questions to be asked: what kind of popcorn should I eat as I watch the rapture? What kind of wine goes with the end of days?
