A rather large cardboard box laying in the middle of the freeway. I sit and watch it wobble there as if the wind gently blows it around. Cars drive by purposefully missing it. Sitting there watching this box it takes me back a week ago when I observed something else.
I was driving along the freeway heading north when my car ran out of gas. I coasted to the side of the road and sat there waiting for the tow truck to arrive. Across the divided road with small concrete block positioned between the two directions I saw a young man standing on the opposite side looking at me. He was standing there holding a little paper bag. When there was a free moment he would run out into the road and drop the bag then run back to the side of the road. There he safely watched more cars drive by. Curious by this I got out of my car and waited until he ran out again. At that time I quickly ran out to see what he was doing and I discovered torn bits of paper stuck to the road with little red stains holding them in place like glue. As he ran back to safety I saw the paper bag move a little bit. I heard a ‘meow’ over the roar of traffic. Then a car drove by and ran over the bag. Only part of it was hit but it was enough. It ripped open the bag and half a kitten lay there struggle with its last bits of energy. I went back to my car and waited for the tow truck. It finally arrived and I got some gas to get my car going. As I got into my car I looked across the road and saw the young man was gone. I started my car and drove off to a gas station to fill up my tank.
A few days later I was driving north and out of the corner of my eye I saw the young man again standing alongside the road. Not the exact spot but close enough. He was again holding small paper bags. I found an exit and quickly took it. I then went down the freeway in the direction so I would be on his side. I was able to dodge a paper bag and after a hundred feet or so I pulled to the side of the road. Opened my trunk and pulled out my baseball bat. Calmly walked up the road trying to keep out of sight of the young man. IT was easily enough to do as he was concentrating on the little bags of joy he was leaving in the road. Also the oncoming traffic while he tried finding a hole so he could run out again and drop off a bag. I was able to sneak up behind him and delivered a blow with my bat. Dragging his crumpled body to my car as quick as I could I also grabbed the remaining paper bag. When I got to my car I tied him up and threw him in the trunk. Down the road I drove for a few minutes pondering what I should do. While I drove I stopped at a gas station and I noticed a cardboard box in the trash. I quickly grabbed it and broke it down. Sticking it in my backseat I drove home waiting for night to fall.
I got home about half a hour later and gave the kitten some bits of hotdog and milk. I grabbed some packaging tape and went back to my car once it was dark. I opened my truck and noticed my new friend has woken up. Speaking no words I hit him with my bat to the face and told him to be quiet. Closing the trunk I drove back to that place in the freeway. I pulled over to the side and quickly setup my cardboard box. I pulled his sorry ass out of my car and hit him again with the bat to make sure he would not struggle. I placed him in the box and taped it shut then positioned it in the middle of the road under an overpass and right after a turn. I got in my car and looped back so I could stand on the overpass. Standing there feeling that justice is served I was cars drive below me. The little cars dodged the box. I heard the sound of a truck horn as it was trying to get swerve away from the box. It missed it but I knew it was a matter of time before something happened. I walked back to my car and as I get in I hear the squealing of tires and a loud thump as something hit’s the box. My nice surprise. I ponder the joke that would be applied in his case as Karma finally caught up to him.