Tonight I was coming home on the freeway, when traffic (such as it is in Little Rock) started unexpectedly slowing down. Unusual this far from the bottleneck of I630 and I430. Hmm, what’s going on? I figured there was some sort of accident. We slowed to a crawl. For several minutes this went on (for those of you in larger metropolitan areas, I understand that this is not a big deal; I used to live and commute in Atlanta). I was really starting to think there was a major accident.
Finally I saw the cause. It seems that a five gallon bucket had decided that it was time to end it all and heave itself from the confines of the pickup truck in which it was riding. On the inside of the right lane it sat, very close to the shoulder. And traffic slowed to a crawl as unintentional mourners (a) tried to avoid its scarred corpse, and (b) got a REEEEAAAALLLLLL good look at it (hey, nothing like slowin’ down to take a look at a five gallon bucket on the side of the road).
Rubbernecked drivers and five gallon buckets: a combination for a slower commute home.