Friday, December 18, 2009
In between rainshowers I took what I intended to be a quick walk to Garden City Park. The water in the pond has been partially drained to make room for expected winter run-off, and the variety of waterfowl has decreased with the water level. Mallards, two very shy Green-winged Teal, and this non-commuting (vs. these) Glaucous-winged Gull, making a mess of what had once been an attractive koi, were about all today had to offer.
I followed a path through the woods and came across a large purse (Louis Vuitton knock-off), obviously stolen. Most of its contents were strewn about and water-logged, including cheque-books, uncashed cheques, letters, and family pictures. Inside there was a garage door opener and several vials of prescription drugs. I phoned the police (non-emergency) to inform them of my find. The operator asked if I could gather it all up and take it to the police station. She assumed I was driving. As is often the case (i.e., when I'm not cycling), I was on foot. I told her I was walking, and too far away. She transferred me to a police officer, who hemmed and hawed and tried to find an available cop. I could hear her typing. Eventually I said, "Okay, don't bother, I'll bring it to the station."
I stuffed everything back inside. It was so full that I suspect I may have included bonus items. Perhaps this theft-midden had been the result of more than one crime.
I then marched along a busy road, clutching my bulging Louis Vuitton knock-off purse. Along the way, I saw two instances of crows pecking at the stiffened corpses of dead rats (uglified ugliness). People would be more than amazed to learn how many rats live in this city.
I brought the purse into the station and plopped it (and it did go, "plop") on the counter. The counter-lady asked for my driver's license. I love when I tell people I don't have one, that blank expression.
I signed a form stating I relinquished any claim on the soggy purse and its contents.
My short walk was now approaching a two-hour trek. I took the shorter, less scenic route home, but paused to photograph an example of prettified ugliness: