A few months ago, while practicing bagpipes at my favorite practice spot along the Petaluma River, I pick up someone's discarded aluminum* cans. Damn litter bugs. Normally, I put my aluminum cans in the recycle bin that is provided by the local waste disposal service, but since I was a few miles from home, I though it would be best to simply take the two cans to the closest recycling service.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked away with 10 cents and the the desire to save and redeem my aluminum can. Hey, if I put a 5 cent deposit on a can, I want that money back!

Fast forward to today.....

With bags of cans in hand, I pedaled to the closest can redeemer. A few minutes after arriving, I was pedaling away with almost $7. Hey, one of the pennies was a 1947 wheatback! Lucky me.

On the ride home, I stopped at a traffic light and waited for the signal to change. As I was waiting, a very impatient cellphone talker decided he didn't need to wait for a green light so he crossed the street. Yapping on the phone and looking to his left, he completely failed to look to his right. As cars from the right screeched to a halt and drivers hit their horns, the jaywalker kept talking and looking to his left.

A few hours later, someone who didn't look left or right decided to walk across the street in front me.
Options:

1. weave into the oncoming traffic lane
2. run into the jaywalker
3. weave between the jaywalker and the parked cars by the side of the road

I took the third option and rode between the jaywalker and the parked cars. I was thanked with an expletive by the jaywalker. Sorry Mr Jaywalker, next time you violate the law I'll just run into you; jerk. Is it really that hard to look left and then look right before stepping blindly into the street?

Oh well, no one was hurt and I still have a 1947 wheatback. Actually, it is a 1947 S wheatback.


*you may know it as aluminium