Fall is in the air. People are wearing jackets and hats, the leaves have changed color, and the prostitutes are on the prowl looking for someone to keep them warm.
Yeah, about that… yesterday on my way home from work, I walked through Acorn Park, where I passed what was either a hooker or a homeless person who spent her booze money in the cosmetic aisle of Dollar General.
She smiled at me.
This morning as I was waiting for my ride from the Park & Ride in Columbia, I saw a van pull up. My first thought was, “That looks like the van of prisoners I see cleaning up trash alongside the road.” It was. I thought, “Maybe they are just turning around.” they weren’t. About ten terrifying looking convicts piled out of the van around me, four of them wandered lazily to the two trash bins to empty them while the others laughed and ran around aimlessly for a good five minutes. I knew it was not the time to freak out. All I could think was, “They do not look like they are in prison for tax fraud or computer hacking.” To be suddenly and unexpectedly surrounded by ten convicts on your commute to work… Ten men who obviously have nothing better to do than lift weights and cut themselves… unnerving.
The whole work program seemed very inefficient. I know efficiency isn’t the purpose, but I’m sure the woman driving the van would have been able to empty both trash cans in half the time it took the ten guys. Well it was either a woman or Wayne Newton without hair dye. I’m going with Wayne Newton. I don’t think his career is hot stuff right now.
If I’m not taking pictures of chicken-eating squirrels, I’m definitely not taking pictures of what, for all I know, could be people-eating convicts.
I call this, Budget Cuts.

Recently I have been taking the bus to work, and from the high vantage point I can see just how messy people’s cars are. For some time now, I have been wanting to write a blog post about this, but I needed to get a really good picture to show you just what I am talking about. Fortunately, I hit the jackpot this morning. Seriously.

That is all trash, right up to the ceiling. Papers, shopping bags, McDonalds bags… And yes, it’s driving down Colesville Road. But hey, at least they support our troops.
I think the only person to beat this is Ann Biglan, who earlier this year had an accident after trash spilled from her passenger seat into the driver’s area, blocking the brake pedal. And if that’s not enough, take a look at what happened to her home.
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