For the last three days, every time I drove out of the garage, I made sure I had two apples with me. Two "pink lady" apples.
Sounds strange to you, perhaps.
Lemme back up by a few days. About two weeks ago, when I was at the grocery store, I looked for my favorite apples. I am very particular about them. But, the store did not carry any that day. So, I bought my second favorite--Pink Lady.
I then went to a different grocery store to get the ciabatta bread for the sandwiches that I have. I am very particular about them. After picking up the bread, I wandered over to the fruit section and, hey, they had my favorite apples. I bought them. I am very particular about them. Yes, this old man almost always knows what he wants.
So, now, I had my supply of my favorite apples, and my second-favorite ones. Thankfully, I had purchased only two "pink lady" apples.
Whether it is apples or anything else in life, we prefer to ignore the second-best when the best is around. The story of my life and "I don't get no respect" eh!
Which is why the last three days I have been driving around with those two apples. Why drive with them? Good question.
My plan was that I would give the apples to any one of the folks who are typically to be found at the corners of the road intersections that I pass. They are always there during the day times. One even at a freeway off-ramp.
But, the last three days, I simply did not find even one. Not one of them at any one of those intersections. How could that be!
Earlier this evening, as I headed out, I once again remembered to take the apples with me.
I decided to take the freeway and then get off at the second exit where I have always seen a guy. I turned on to the ramp and was about to speed up when I thought I saw three geese by the roadside. I hit the brakes and drove slowly--in case one decided to dart all of a sudden.
As I rounded the curve, it seemed like they were kind of standing around for a reason. There was a dead goose by the roadside.
A hit and run.
The sight of a dead bird, with its buddies hanging around is not for the faint of heart. Thankfully, there were two cars behind me and I had to get going.
I wondered, yet again, how people could possibly go hunting.
How cold-blooded they have to be to aim the rifle and shoot a deer.
To kill a bird in flight.
To hook a fish.
When I veer off the vegetarian path, I know I would never eat it if I had to kill it myself--to take a life away is just ain't me. What a hypocritical wuss I am!
I reached the off-ramp. Nobody there.
After seeing the dead bird, I now worry about the absence of the unlucky humans at the intersections. I hope they are ok somewhere.
Maybe I will eat the second-best apples, after all--there are people who cannot afford even my second-best taste.