A Trashy Little Story

Now that the snow has melted, my walks around the neighborhood have turned into an adventure in suburban side-street archaeology. The individual things I see along the roadside among last fall's leaves are just pieces of trash, but, sometimes, the juxtaposition of these things, jettisoned from car windows over the course of winter, can create quite a story. 

Here's today's story, which unfolded (and I promise this is true) all within the same block and in the order I have presented it here. 

Exposition:

Rising Action:

Climax:

Resolution:

Working title:

Epilogue:

The brand of whipped cream is ...

(and I promise this is true) 

Darifair. 

Do you have any idea how much 

I wanted it to be called DarieAir?!

Now THAT would have been perfect.

Misspelled. But perfect, nonetheless.