untold stories

sometimes my mind is boggled by the number of untold stories out there in the world.

for instance, this morning i was up early and on the road to an appointment north on the interstate. i've got this miserable muscle spasm in my shoulder from an old neck injury sustained when i fell out of a tree. i don't know what i did to aggravate it, except that i'm navigating a little inner turmoil, so that probably accounts for it.

anyhow, i'm heading up the interstate, directly towards one of the worst sections of I-81 in pennsylvania for traffic and construction and delays. i don't want to be late, but i don't have enough water with me to heat up and put in my platypus water bottle, so at the last minute, i take the exit to the walmart. i'll grab one of those stick-on heat patches for my neck.

leaving the walmart, i see this little sign on the ground, and i am transfixed. i have to waste further time to go get my camera from the rondyvan and take a picture. i mean, what's up with that?

"FAT ASSHOLE I AM"

even funnier, is when i bend over to take the pic, i realize it's written on one of those individually packaged sanitary napkins. i would love to know what inspired this baby billboard on the pavement, and how we both came to be there just when i needed a good laugh.

serendipity, i guess.