Yesterday I saw an empty bread bag floating in the shallow, concrete-bottomed pond that serves as a a skating rink in winter and a playground for ducks and geese the rest of the year. The ducks were ignoring the bag, but I just couldn’t.
I found a long stick and decided to try to fish it out. By that time, though, it had floated farther away.
Thinking, “This is either a really good idea or a really stupid idea,” I took off my shoes and socks and waded into the cool water, which came up above my ankles. I easily snagged the bag and got it into a trash can.
But not without annoying the ducks. They’d swum to the other side of the pond without so much as a quack of thanks.