Tuesday, January 03, 2006

This morning, I had to leave work to drop off some papers at a customer's office. Being that the customer is part of the city, their office happened to be in one of the lovely city parks. So I drive down lovely tree-lined residential streets until I come to this giant, lush park. As I meander down the winding road into the park, under a canopy of trillion year old oak trees, I'm marvelling at the huge green field of grass, sparkling with dew in the morning sun. A family of squirrels scampers across the road. The colorful playground beckons to me and I wish I could run over and swing on the jungle gym. It's such an idyllic, tranquil scene that when I park my car, I'm halfway expecting a flock of animated birds to descend from the trees and twitter about my shoulders.

I swing open my car door, barely able to contain myself from bursting into a showtune, and bounce out of the car. I shut the door behind me and start to lock the door when I happen to look down onto the ground and see on the asphalt, less than three inches from my boot, a used condom.

I guess I wasn't the only only one excited by the Disney-esque scene.