A bottle in front of me

On this morning's walk to work, I came across three empty bottles within five blocks:

• a liquor bottle lying in the well-trodden dirt path through the grassy park at the end of my block


• a white-wine bottle standing upright on a concrete block in front of a neighbourhood pub


• a few remnants of a shattered beer bottle strewn on the sidewalk not far from the wine bottle

I read the other day that Albertans drink more alcohol per capita than people in any other province. I believe it. These bottles emptied of alcohol were all the results of a Thursday night. Tonight, of course, I'll be treated to the results of a Friday night on my side of town: loudmouth jackasses full of alcohol.