By the Side of the Road

I work on a busy exurban commercial street, which means there are businesses strung out along it at odd intervals, some cheek-by-jowl and others standing apart. It's an ugly street in an ugly area and has nothing but a paycheck to recommend it. On 2nd thought, there's one cool Italian restaurant. Lots of chains and fast food and places to get your windshield replaced. Cracked parking lots with weeds sprouting out of the cracks, little after-work bars. The area never recovered from the dot bomb, actually. Yesterday, it was hotter than old Billy be-danged (and how hot is that?) and I had sneaked out a little early, at 5:10 instead of 5:30, and was tooling along the ugly highway and wondering how long it would be before the AC would kick in some cool air.

Along the side of the road I saw an undershirt, undershorts, a shirt, a pair of jeans all lying odd distances apart as if they'd been tossed out of a car window. Somebody really did this. Don't you wonder about the story behind the clothes? I am intrigued.

Help me think of a likely or even unlikely scenario.