I don’t get to Uptown Charlotte very much. Sometimes for work, but mostly for fun.
Yesterday was the former. I wonder if other meeting attendees wonder, like me, if the session could possibly be any more boring. When people say something is “dry as toast,” such a back-handed compliment would be an upgrade for this session.
So our handlers released us from our bondage for a break at precisely the moment they advertise for it on the agenda. Rather than hobnob, I beat an escape to the nearest door to the outside and temporary freedom.
It’s a nice enough day. There’s no sense wandering too far since we’re expected back soon for more spellbinding rapture. I’m standing on the curb watching cars and bikes pass by. You need to understand I spend a good portion of my sidewalk time peering down for obvious reasons. I look down directly into a storm drain. What a forlorn view it is. Rather than a repository for rain water, it is nearly full with trash. I whip out my iPhone 5 to snap a picture of this urban blight. The few regular readers here know where this junk will eventually settle: In the closest waterway. It depresses me even more than what I’m about to return to inside. What’s sad is I could have strolled in any direction and likely found a drain in the same condition.
But there’s not much to do about it now. I’m due inside for more fun. So I leave the scene as it sits and head back to my seat. Looks like I can’t win outside or in.