Kroger or Wal-Mart?
I couldn't decide which one to visit for a little alone time after a particularly grumpy day. I approached the stop sign where I needed to decide to turn or go straight, depending upon the destination. I crept up slowly behind the trailer-pulling pick up truck already sitting at the intersection.
"What is that odd shape on the trailer?" I wondered.
That's when I recognized it. It was a piece of playground equipment like some I had seen before. There was another large piece in the back of the truck, as well as two volley ball net poles on the trailer.
"What if that isn't just like the school's waiting-to-be-installed playground equipment."
"What if it IS the school's waiting-to-be-installed playground equipment."
The truck turned the direction toward Wal-Mart, so my dilemma was solved. I needed to know if my spidey sense was correct. I kept behind the truck until it came to a traffic light in town, prepared to snap a photo with my handy-dandy camera phone, when I saw it clearly by the glow of a street light. In bold black letters on the belly of the moulded plastic hippo was the name of the school. My suspicions were confirmed.
"Why is playground equipment being moved at 8:00 at night?"
So I called hubby and had him notify the police.
But somehow, giving them the make, model and tag number of the truck didn't seem like enough. I decided to follow the truck to see where it went.
So I did.
But when it turned down a dark, one-way country lane with nowhere to turn around, I decided my adventure was over. I went back into town to report the wherabouts of the truck to the police.
I hope I have helped the school in a possible recovery of their equipment. I hope that I didn't misinterpret what I saw. I hope no one comes to snuff out the witness.