You’d think a former 2:24 marathoner could get from here to there lickety split. The days as a semi-speedster, however, are long, long gone. My ankles tell me so.
But the familiar crunch of plastic during rush hour traffic got my attention. There, in the middle of four rows of traffic on Colony Road in Charlotte was some large, clear plastic object that was meeting the wrong end of radial tires. It was in the process of being flattened. So was the green plastic top; my first clue that this was a Simply Orange bottle. Big pieces of plastic are a prize find for me but this was rush hour, and the traffic was rushing. I weighed my options: A) look for an opening to make a 20 yard over-and-back dash for the bottle, B) wait until the weekend because the remains will still be there, and C) keep walking.
Actually, there was no option other than A. So I bided my time. There suddenly appeared a 200 yard gap from one wave of 45 MPH autos to the next. I set off on a dead sprint – okay, a slow trot – to the bottle. In several deft moves I picked up the container and what was left of a few larger pieces of the green top.
Once back to the safety of the curb and after a few well-earned huffs and puffs, my bag and I – and the bottle – were back on our way.