On the way to work . . . .

One might see the strangest things. I was driving up to my main road where my workplace is and I noticed something on the side of the median.

A sandwich.

A completed and undisturbed sandwich. Two slices of white bread laying on top of each other, unravaged by birds. I couldn't help but laugh; simply over the fact that it's there.

did a road worker loose it from his brown bag?

did he set it down when he really didn't want it?

Did some kid throw it out of his school bus window when he realized it wasn't a PB & J?

was it left by some kind stranger FOR the birds?

was it left for aliens?

the possiblities are endless . . . .