I drive about 30 miles one way to work. South in the AM, north in the PM. It was sprinkling off and on when I headed north tonight. About a third of the way home, I noticed the southbound lanes were backing up – almost to a dead stop, and the northbound lanes had slowed considerably. I was in the leftmost lane, and saw a pickup almost in the median, pointed south. OK, I thought, there’s been enough rain to wash up some road oil, and the pickup just skidded off the road. I then saw what appeared to be a good-sized dog, cavorting in the median. Oh, I get it, the dog was riding in the pickup bed, and decided to strike out on his own. When I got closer, I see the pickup driver on his cellphone, and then realize that the “dog” is really a pig. Not full grown, but well beyond shoat-sized. The size that if you were hosting a backyard pig roast and hoedown, would be just right. The pig turned around in the median, and headed west, across both southbound lanes. Drivers were just stopped until he made it across the road.
I wish I’d taken a picture; the RazrTM was in the seat beside me, but I can’t drive and talk, let alone drive and photograph. And yes, sooie! is spelled right, at least according to this place.
-k-


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