In an effort to lose a few pounds, lower blood pressure and give up the stress of a stupid commute in a dense city of drivers who have no idea how to merge, use passing lanes or view the speed limit as something of a mere suggestion, I started walking to work and back every day. Started doing this in April. Best thing I've ever done as I've lowered BP, dropped a few lbs, have been listening to new music and now and again, stop to smell the roses, so to speak. Each morning, I walk from my house to a train, commute 17 minutes to my stop and walk to the office. Just wish I started doing this sooner.
I tend to keep me head on a swivel because I've learned that despite Oregon's efforts to restrict drivers from using their phones, it's done very little to curb the head down texting I see multiple times every day. So I try to use common sense and give the cars a healthy dose of skepticism. That doesn't prevent me from also keeping my eyes down on the ground in the hopes I find some money or any other interesting items of note. Know what I see a lot of?
Spent condoms. In the strangest of places too. At least I find them a bit curious. Parking lots, sidewalks, train tracks, gutters. I suppose I should be encouraged that people are practicing safe sex but at the same time, why can't they find a garbage can? And another thing, are these hookers you think? Guys getting on with a call girl in a parking lot and tossing out their Trojans before peeling away? So many questions. Every condom has a story. I'd like to know them.