We were driving along peacefully, minding our own business, when I began to laugh out loud. Loud enough to wake up my wife who was taking one of her 10 minute naps needed to restore her energy for driving. I didn’t realize that my laughter was loud enough to awaken her.
The subject of my mirth was a sign beside the road that said simply, Depressed Storm Drains. I began to imagine the scene of a psychiatrist’s office with a storm drain lying on the couch recounting his sad story, the doctor listening with rapt attention. The cause of the sadness:
- clogging resulting in back up and flooding
- foul taste in his mouth
- ingesting of toxic beverages
- being ignored by the citizenry
- distinct lack of purpose
- childhood toileting issues
My wife didn’t share my response, thinking that I was being weird. I was.
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I must be weird, too … that’s funny!! But I do think storm drains (depressed or otherwise) WOULD have a sense of purpose. We’d be sunk without them.