Yo ho ho

When we saw the first few airline-size bottles in the empty lot next door last spring, I thought it was a one-time thing -- probably some kids getting rid of the evidence before they went home.

Then the bottles became a regular occurrence, several a week. They were usually in the adjacent lot, although a few made their way onto our property. And they were always Bacardi O.

We were as much curious as annoyed. Obviously someone was drinking a lot of this stuff, so why the tiny bottles? Finally, months into the mystery, Sidney was looking out the window around 5 a.m. and saw a contractor truck turn onto our street. A bottle flew out the driver’s window and the truck roared away.

I had a few issues with this:

It’s not nice to litter.

It’s not nice to drink and drive, especially when you’re piloting a big-ass truck.

Bacardi O? Seriously?

Over the winter I didn’t pay much attention to the lot, but a couple of weeks ago my neighbor said he’d picked up 15 bottles, so it appeared that the merry contractor was still at it.

Then Saturday morning I came out to find a Bacardi O bottle that was remarkable for two reasons. One, it was in the middle of our driveway. Two, it was flask size. Our littering drinker is growing up. I’m expecting a cask through the window before fall.