|Inside the storm drain
There was an oil spill on the Brucker Expressway, so that closed off my usual route to Long Island. Fortunately, I was still able to use the Whitestone Bridge, which didn't add much distance to the trip.
The most unusual adventure of the day was "Suburban Spelunking." This one involved a walk down a storm drain. I don't think it was a long walk, but it sure felt like a long walk because the ceiling of the storm drain was only 4 feet high. So I had to walk in a bent-over posture all the way. It was a relatively clean storm drain though. Some graffiti, but very little garbage. No rats, roaches, or ninja turtles.
At the last cache of the day, I was looking around in a patch of woods when one of the locals asked if I had lost something. (My mind!!!) I told her it wasn't that I had lost something. Instead, I explained, I was looking to find something. Then she said "Oooohhhh!" which was strange because I didn't think I actually explained anything there.
At Long John Silver's, I opened the restroom door on someone who was in mid-pee. I hope that he will start using the lock on the door.