As background, my evening picker-upper walk begins roughly at 5:30, give or take a few minutes on either side.
So it was last night. But I had scarcely exited my development – literally, I wasn’t on Sharon View Road for 10 steps – when the first polystyrene ‘peanut’ came into view. I knew this would lead to nothing good.
Where there’s one peanut, there’s more.
And did that turn out to be correct. These little enemies, hundreds of them, littered the next 100 yards or so. Rather than reach cruising speed, the next 15 minutes were spent corralling these curlycue beasts one by stinking one as I hopscotched across both sides of Sharon View. If there was a feel-good moment about this peanut pile, it was that several of the things were recovered from the brink of two storm drains. Alas, several could be seen having slipped through the grates. The next stop for these floaters: McMullen Creek.
A Sierra Nevada Pale Ale bottle and Bud Light can were tossed into the bag for good measure. Yet the damage was done; my morale was a goner and, for the first time in eight years, my walk was not completed. I turned tail and retreated home after this dispiriting 100 yards of peanut purgatory. Indeed, it was a good walk spoiled.