March 9, 2009

Where Brine Meets Snow

Of all the things I've found lying around in the snow (mittens, paper cups, one-half of a pair of new shoes in front of a building with the other half mysteriously appearing on the other side), this one more or less takes the cake. Pray tell, what sort of situation would lead to someone dropping an opened jar of pickles in front of someone's house?

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