Randomness

(Original Blog Post: http://www.jetmykles.com/2010/07/randomness/)
I went to 7-11 just now because we were out of Coca-Cola (my main vice other than writing about sex). I pulled into a parking space and on the post in that protects the side of the building, was a sock on the post. Now, the post was waist high and bright yellow. The sock was a tube sock (luckily, I suppose) and clearly used. No holes but there were worn spots. The sock was stretched down over the pole like a cover.

O_O

It made me laugh. Made me wonder why anyone would do that. Where was the other sock? Stuck down someone's pants, perhaps? I couldn't think of why someone would do such a thing. Me being me, I started to think if perhaps it was a sign of a secret society (kind of like Ally's Sinister Starfish). If so, what could the sign mean? Is someone arranging an assignation? Is it a clue to an identity or a place? Or is it a gang/group marking their territory?

I love random stuff like that. It's harmless, hurts no one and nothing, but it sparks the imagination, even if only for a few minutes. That, to me, is a beautiful thing.