In a single week, I have encountered multiple random, capped jars of peanut butter on the streets and byways of my neighborhood.
Look, it’s as difficult for me to write as it is for you to believe. That’s why I took photos.
RW370 readers will recall: I found an unexplained jar of Jif in front of my house Oct.30th.
And three days ago, on the 35th Street Red Line platform, perched on top of a garbage can, I found another jar of peanut butter.
Nov 5, appx 4:45 PM
That’s exactly where I found it. Those are the northbound lanes of the Dan Ryan expressway in the background. I stood there for a very long time before I took the picture.
You will also recognize that given this week’s TOTALLY INVOLUNTARY theme, I have no choice but to include the following scene from the 1991 Bobcat Goldthwait feature comedy Shakes The Clown, in which LaWanda “Aunt Esther” Page keeps us well-informed.