Pocket Full of Crap

Here's a lovely image to end the week.  Wednesday afternoon I'm walking out of Morningside Park on the way home when I see a woman standing at the corner across the street pulling garbage out of her pants pockets and dropping it on the sidewalk.  As I walked by she says "It's not my stuff."

Thursday morning I'm walking in the opposite direction when I see the pile of crap still on the sidewalk.  I guess it wasn't windy.  I take the picture above and hear someone say "hey".  The woman who dropped the garbage was just around the corner about 20 feet away.

Comments

[Greg]

All this stuff came out of her pockets? Wow!

[joe]

I think the pencil and straw didn't, but still...

[Jessica]

So, what, gnomes sneak up on her and put other people's stuff in her pockets? And she redistributes it around town? WTF? Either she stole the damned jacket or she's hanging around with the wrong gnomes. I mean: dusty plastic bags? What about the single socks?

[New Yorker]

Those had to have been some damn big pockets to fit all that junk!