Robot Invasion

Monday, July 31, 2006

"It's a mattress" he said matter of factly...

So, today it's raining. It's raining so much that a raging river is flowing through the parking lot of our office. If this keeps up we'll have own miniature canyon carved through the asphalt. The water that becomes a cat 3 rapid river during a heavy downpour has to travel through several obstacle before flowing by here. These obstacle include: A furniture store that seems to just throw stuff anywhere, a small area of dense forest that serves as a campground for vagrants, hobos, transients and any other synonym for a person of limited means wandering about the area. The back alley behind our office and the stores that we are attached to. Back there...It's a frightening display of 'out of sight, out of mind'. I'm not sure how often the sanitation department comes around to empty the dumpster, but I do know that it is not often enough. The back alley looks like A.....It looks like...well...it smells like hot garbage. Because that's what is back there. And most of it is on the ground. Not in the trash receptacles. There are also palates, old tires, big pieces of styrofoam(which is what usually floats down this way during a rain storm) and an assortment of other crap that no one sees until it rains. The rain causes flooding, which causes a river, which allows us to see what is behind the building. I don't like to go back there, so the river always brings surprises for me.

Today the river of crap was in rare form, for it delivered to us, this mattress:


The matress was last seen circling a sewer drain. It was too big to fit throught the grate, so it just stayed by the drain, spinning. Once the rain stops and the water has a chance to drain, there will be a wet mattress that smells like a homeless bingo parlor covering the drain. It will not be picked up by sanitation when they don't show up to empty the dumpsters and will serve as a drain plug when we have another torential downpour later this week.

This place is comedy gold and never ceases to entertain me. I don't even go to movies or local events anymore, I just hang out and wait somewhere. Something will happen. And it will be funny.


1 Comments:

  • Shit, even mattress's go to panama city beach to party. I feel very lucky to have stumbled across this blog. I lost that mattress from my front yard a few weeks ago. Can you please prop it up with some milk crates so it can air out. I will try and get down there soon to pick it up. Feel free to use it in your own house, I'm cool with that, plus those piss and crap stains should practically be washed out by now with all the rain you guys have had. It is safe, I am sure.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Aug 9, 2006, 1:47:00 PM  

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