'Dja ever walk around putting more mental energy than is necessary into a thing?
This suitcase has been at the base of my neighbor's driveway since Friday afternoon. Just sitting there, no one has come or gone. It's bothering me the way shoes in the street bother me: what's the story behind them?
I am worrying about that luggage, and about my neighbors, whom I have never met. I imagine them having set about a long trip, and placed this piece of luggage on the top of the car, while they arrange the rest in the trunk. OFF to O'Hare airport in Chicago they go, joyously looking forward to their vacation in the Bahamas, or their honeymoon at Niagara Falls. With traffic, three hours before they arrange themselves in long-term parking, and find themselves perplexed: Where is the big suitcase? Where are our underpants?!!
I want to run over there and unzip just a bit and peek! Maybe there's ID in there, and I can call the owner—no money for me, please, solving the mystery is reward enough.
But, as I said, I don't know the people that belong to that driveway, and I don't want to appear the crazy screw-loose neighbor [and steal CJ's thunder], should I approach the thing and give it a tap with my toe.
Instead I'll just blog about it.
I think it would be OK - -
ReplyDeletewith a lot of glancing around and looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was watching -
to look and see if there is a tag identifying the owners.
It's the on'yun thing to do.
Are you crazy?!!
ReplyDeleteWhat if it blows up?
You could poke it with a ten foot pole. LOL
ReplyDeleteUnwritten rules of dumpstering:
ReplyDeleteIf it lays in the street for more than 24 hours it's considered salvage and one is free to take it and do with as they deam fit.
WhiteRed: I don't have a 10-foot pole. Will a BBQ fork work?
ReplyDeleteJes: uh-huh...the minute I declare finders-keepers, I might just be tackled and handcuffs. I'll just keep sitting on top of my house with my binoculars....
You mentioned the solution in your blog my dear. You have your very own resident whack job running loose in the neighborhood (CJ)...prime him with an "I wonder what's the deal with that suitcase?" and sit back and watch the fun. With any luck it may explode during his examination. :)
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Ev, I'd considered that...but he's just never around when you need him!
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ReplyDeleteRubber gloves. Admit it. That's ALL you're wearing isn't? Photo-op for this year's Christmas card.
Remember now, my son's Fah-thuh is on the SWAT team/Bomb Squad here, and as I remember, there is an AMAZING amount of unreported activity in Champoo. Our boys are not employed for nothing, and I'm always amazed at how little question there is about their existence....have you any IDEA how often they are employed? We'd all be surprised....but if I tell you, they'll kill me.
I'll keep wearing that Mylar vest when I walk the garbage past that luggage to the dumpster...
Nice, you're still on top of your game, that mylar vest didn't get past you.
ReplyDeleteNo underpants in Chicago? That explains why they sell hunting sox in 3s.
I'm laughing, dudes. But it's late. Time to put on my Kevlar robe and go to bed.
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ReplyDeleteLATE? It's 2 hours ago where you are!!!
ReplyDeleteSimilar comment from me -- if that suitcase was in a location like that in the UK, the bomb disposal squad would have been out there to destroy it HOURS ago.
ReplyDeleteHaving said that, though, there's been a seemingly unclaimed old white Volvo sitting in the parking lot ("car park") in the village green for about 3 weeks now, and even our village policeman hasn't done a d*mn thing about it...
Janet
(lordcelery.blogspot.com)
PS Nice to see that somebody else in the world has a vivid imagination, by the way!!!!
Gracious! I go away for 3 days and I've missed all sorts of things!
ReplyDeleteWell, it's nice to be back up to date. I say investigate the suitcase. At least move it up to the house that the driveway belongs to so it doesn't get wet when it rains. New windows? Uh...good luck. Nice grasshopper.
Self defense; no I'm not often afraid but then again I often go to very dubious places. People don't respond to "Help!" Yell "FIRE!" That brings 'em running. Peace.
Oh sure, just when you all have me talked into running home from work and opening the luggage, it disappears.
ReplyDeleteIf someone had suggested that it might be full of $100 bills—a thought that just came to me—I might have gone sooner. Now I can obsess over my lost fortune.
And my GOODNESS, you just never know which topic will get a hot response, do you? Shows ya all of my friends have enquiring minds!
Janet: About that car...you don't see anyone's hand waving out of the place where a tail-light used to be, do you? Brrrrrr
PP: Oh sure, we Townie's remember that EB; he was creating chaos before I knew what an enema was. I'm going to Google Search that nut when I get done here!
Ruben: Thanks for the comforting thoughts. Watch out for spiders in your ears tonight.
Andy: Stop, drop, roll and yell FIRE!...Fire safety AND self-defense all rolled into one. Thank you!
RC: I don't think I know of "bulk garbage" day. Around here we just saw it up in bits and surreptitiously sneak it in with the coffee grounds and egg shells.
I can relate to the sneak-cleaning. My sweet momma has this old octagonal lamp that has crumbled into 8 pieces; she's given me permission to throw it away more times than I can remember, but it always seems to reappear in her spare bedroom! Magic? I think not.
Whatever happened to the suitcase?
ReplyDeleteI doubt a suitcase containing clothing and possibly a scorched pair of Fruit-O-The-Looms constitutes a threat to homeland security; but, one never knows...
Disregard my earlier post. It helps to read to the *end* of the topic. :-)
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