The other day I saw a chair on the San Diego Freeway. About the South Bay curve. It was a perfectly nice chair. An upholstered wingback. It was upright too. Not upside down or sideways like you'd expect. Just sitting there like someone had just gotten up to change the channel.
Had it flown off the back of an open truck? Was the rest of the load already at the new house? Was the wife saying "Harvey, where the hell is the tweed wingback? Did you forget to load it? Jesus, now we'll have to go all the way back to Santa Ana to get it."
Makes you wonder where all that stuff comes from, that ends up along the sides of the freeways. Why doesn't someone go along and pick things up, during the slow hours? Like the trash man, when he comes to your house twice a year after you've cleaned your garage.
Once we lost a hubcap on the freeway. I wanted to stop and pick it up; my husband laughed. How did I suppose I was going to get across the road with all that traffic?