Scene of the Crime

It was a rather pedestrian day, as clouds and sun battled for dominance of the sky above, until I chanced upon the scene of the crime.  I didn’t expect it at all.  As I walked back to my infernal machine (it’s not just a pickup truck to me), between two cars, there it was…

Without regard for carbonation, or the tenderly printed ‘Loved One’ on the side of one can, the potential for refreshment had been stomped out, like a protester in Tiananmen Square.  The parking lot was filled with danger that day!