by C. R. Steivers
The sun was out in full force the day when the world turned to shit. I was driving along 83N following a SWIFT semi-truck when a THUMPP THUMP THUDump under my tires wrenched me from my commuter hypnosis.
“Fuck, a flat,” I thought as I stared at the road determining my next move.
THUDUMPUP PTHUMP PUDuuump.
“What the fuck is that? What is…?”
The smell slowly seeped in through my vents— a recognizable and normally unalarming scent: Horse poop.
But this time, the scent was exceedingly alarming. The manure wasn’t coming from the fields you see; it was wafting into my car from a pile that had just plopped out of the muffler of the truck in front of me. Another pile spewed from the car next to me. And it wasn’t a flat I had, but rather my tires, thrusting themselves over the unwelcome roadway guest in disgust, only to smash into another pile directly thereafter that was left by the auto in front of the truck.
“What the hell was happening?”
You wonder the same valid wonder as I had.
The news was aflurry with all kinds of explanations – aliens, Russians, President Obama. They had it all wrong.
It turns out some Geophysicist guy from Switzerland implemented a maniacal plan with conservation pioneers from Costa Rica to show the world just how much CO2 was building up in the air. They somehow manipulated physics and chemistry in a mass application to prove a very significant point. Relatable to one of those ads for STD testing on the side of city busses that portrayed a person afflicted with a horrific skin disease and read, “If you could see Chlamydia from the outside, you’d get checked out”.
In less than one day, the Internet was flooded with photos taken of the phenomenon. The horse manure was covering our roadways, emitting from our tailpipes at a rate of 1lb. of shit per mile from our cars and 4 lbs. of shit per mile per semi truck. One semi truck on a one-day 500-mile trip dumped 1 ton of horse shit on the highway. I saw it on the news with my very own eyes.
The mad scientist made a special TV appearance later that evening. I watched in horror as he began explaining that America can have its roadways back when its citizens learn to behave themselves and stop being so wasteful.
“Until that moment,” he continued, “every roadway in America, from the smallest alleyway to the largest highway will be covered with one full inch of shit annually.”
The country argued. Congress fought tooth and nail for nothing important. And in the meanwhile, the shit piled higher. We started spending billions in cleanup to remedy the traffic issues. Some said we should give everyone snowshoes and gas masks. Others said, “Drive electric! Research alternatives! Take the bus!”
And the piles grew higher.
I got nostalgic for a horse, planted a soon-to-be thriving garden and borrowed a few good books. I can’t make it into work today. There’s too much shit out there.