I’ve stumbled over lots of things on my walks; my own two feet, untied shoelaces, sidewalk cracks, mis-timed hops over downed tree limbs and stray rocks.
And now my tongue has gotten in the way, too.
Earlier this week as I walked quickly with my head down and was about to enter the homestretch, I nearly steamrolled a man and woman at the corner of Sharon Road and Sharon View. I started to mumble something akin to ‘Sorry’ and get back to the business at hand, but what to my wondering eyes should appear was this: both near-victims carried trash bags which clearly held contents.
This is when my tongue got the best of me. I stammered to say ‘thank you’ and blurted out that I did picked up trash too. This was, the man said, their stretch of road to keep tidy. Seconds later and without other pleasantries, we went our separate ways. I can’t really recall what I said but not too many steps later it occurred to me what a lost opportunity this was. Why didn’t we introduce ourselves? How come I didn’t get at least their first names? How often did they patrol this section of the sidewalk and when did you start? Could I maybe get your photo sometime? Are there others you know who pick up litter? Here’s my blog site …
But no. I kicked myself the rest of the way home for missing the boat. I fell flat on my face without ever hitting the concrete. Maybe I’ll see this couple again and can atone for the chance to properly thank these picker-uppers.