Spitball Army

So there I was, sitting at the red light at the intersection of Valley Avenue and Green Springs Highway, windows down in the post-work late afternoon in an attempt to circulate the stale hot air to the outside.  On the corner, not twenty feet away from me, a black fellow wearing not-as-black shorts, a baseball cap and a bright orange t-shirt was having at it.  White wires dangled from his earbuds toward the mp3 player on his belt, and he was physically responding to whatever music they were channelling.  His legs were kicking up in the air and, with both hands, he was twirling a vibrant, matching orange sign touting Little Caesar’s $5 pizza special.  With a vengeance.  I thought it the perfect opportunity for a cell phone photograph or two.

I took one.  A little too far away, I thought, as I inspected it.  Then the cell phone alerted me that the picture couldn’t be saved because there was not any space left in storage.  I hurriedly pulled up a list of the pictures in the phone, hoping to delete a few needless ones before the light turned green.  I was too slow.

Later, reviewing the pictures stored in the BlackBerry, I noticed a geometric similarity among several of the shots.  Here they are, removed to a new home, just in case I see that high-kicking dervish on the corner of Green Springs and Valley again.

Uncleared table at Waffle House (18 April 2010):

(BlackBerry photo: spitballarmy.com)

Random video image from home (8 April 2010):

(BlackBerry photo: spitballarmy.com)

Bread shelves at Publix on snow day (6 January 2010):

(BlackBerry photo: spitballarmy.com)

Backyard vegetable garden (6 June 2010):

(BlackBerry photo: spitballarmy.com)