But my walk wasn’t two minutes old and only 40 yards from the front entry to my complex when I spotted a large green bottle in a small, rock lined decorative creek that fronts a boutique development of high end million dollar mega-mansions just across the street. The bottle literally was 10 yards off the sidewalk.
As I reached down to retrieve it
came some loud, sharp words: “Get out of here or I’ll call the police.” It came from behind some bushes 15 yards up toward the first home. I could see the guy out walking his dog. The holly bushes sequester the development from us riff raff.
My response was equally harsh: “In your f–king dreams, asshole.” And that was the extent of it. He didn’t respond and maybe I wasn’t loud enough. Perhaps I should have tossed the hard plastic bottle up his way. Best case he would have recycled it and saved my load a little weight and space. We’ll never know. If he indeed called the Charlotte Mecklenburg police (doubtful), I was already long gone.
The rest of the walk was pretty uneventful; The usual Pepsi, Coca Cola and Dasani bottles, the requisite Bud Light and other beer cans, the expected McDonalds, Burger King and other fast food flotsam. All the fireworks happened early.