Spread over a half mile of our route to school this morning were vast swaths of wet and flattened cardboard boxes in the middle of streets. It was difficult to imagine such an event happening without the perpetrator being aware, and yet there was no evidence of where they had come from. Nor was there any effort to clean them up, so some cars swerved around them while other vehicles ran right over, grinding them to slick piles of pulp.
Rush hour loomed, backups were forming around some of the larger mounds, drivers were getting testy, and it was hard to see how everything would work out.
But I guess it did, because everything was clear, not even a trace of cardboard, by 3 when I picked Heidi up.
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