By Dan Roark
There are numerous things that happen that can seem suspicious. Not that they are implied to be inherently bad, but at least enough to be, well, suspicious. And suspicious in different ways. There’s odd suspicious, “what the hell are they doing” suspicious, and holy crap! suspicious. I’m sure there are more, but we’re concerned at the moment with these three.
Odd Suspicious
Odd suspicious is simply things for which there doesn’t seem to be an answer or solution. I was driving north on I-35 from Farmers Branch to across Lake Lewisville. Traffic was moving, but slower than the speed limit. Naturally, people were being stupid in every lane, braking at the slightest thing that surprised them since they weren’t paying much attention anyway. Changing lanes made no difference because the morons were doing that first – ad nauseum – which was causing the problem in the first place. There was no lane to change to that wasn’t occupied by someone not going the speed limit for one reason or another.
Then I come around a curve and suddenly there’s no one in front of me for like a quarter of a mile. Where did they freaking go? They didn’t exit. They didn’t speed up. So where did they go? Did they get sucked into the ethos so fast I didn’t notice?
“What the Hell are They Doing” Suspicious.
I turned onto Trend off of Beltline. Trend is a short street with a turn that becomes Arapaho after the light at Marsh. Most of Trend is trucking companies with docks everywhere and trailers in front of a lot of them with small businesses on the west side. When I turned onto Trend I saw two cars following each other slowly into a parking lot with trailers at loading docks. And they didn’t seem like they were supposed to be there. But they were definitely following each other and about to get out and meet outside the cars.
At least they didn’t pull in between the trailers at the loading docks. That would have been creepy. I thought about taking pictures for this post, but that would have been even more suspicious – someone following another person into a dark parking lot – or someone trying to take a picture of them doing that. They weren’t just meeting for beers. There’s plenty of places in the vicinity to do that. One of those places is Bitter Sisters Brewery, where I was headed.
They weren’t there for that. But who knows what they were there for. Probably not anything legal.
“Holy Crap” Suspicious
There are several places where construction is in process in the area (Dallas and Denton Counties) that have a sign preceding them that says “New Traffic Pattern.” I have no doubt the situation is repeated in other counties. And when I say construction is in process, I mean that there are fifty to one hundred pylons or traffic cones (the terms are interchangeable, but in my mind traffic cones are the ones that actually look like cones, and pylons are the other ones) but, in a number of cases, there are no machines or personnel present. And the patterns rarely change, if at all until progress had been made enough to move the sign – which seems to take forever.
Over three days of taking J.D. to work every day, we both tried to a get a picture of the sign saying “New Traffic Pattern.” It alternated with “Slow Down.” It is at a traffic light so we had to get there at the right time to get the picture. And each time we had a chance to take a picture, the result was similar to what you see in the picture here. We used a camera, an android phone, and an iPhone. But that was not what we saw with our eyes – or through the cameras for that matter.
So it wasn’t a matter of being there and then being gone. And it wasn’t exactly an optical illusion – except maybe for the camera. I’ve been taking pictures for years. I’m not an amateur, but I’m not a professional. And I’ve never had this happen before.
Is the sign haunted? Not likely. Why would extra-terrestrials, if they had superior intellect (which has not been confirmed), screw with our traffic signs? Even if they didn’t have superior intellect, why would they screw with our traffic signs? Our traffic is so screwed up now they would only be able to wonder what the hell we were thinking.
Which is why it’s holy crap! suspicious. Some forces from somewhere were at play. But from where no one knows…
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