The great escape

So I am sitting at a red light (running late to work) and I look over to my right at the crossing traffic whose turn lane is also stopped at a red. There sits a trash truck. A small movement catches my eye at the top of the truck…it looks like a black bag kind o flapping in the mind…then it stops…then it really starts to move. It is not a bag. It is a raccoon. The raccoon is pulling himself out of the trash compacting section of the garbage truck. Then there he sits…looking around….wondering what the hell he is supposed to do now. He walks to the edge f the truck and does that animal thing…where they walk their feet down head first to see how far they can get without sliding the rest of the way and eating shit on the ground….he didn’t get far. Slide………………BAM..he hits the pavement, dodges 2 cars going the opposite way while word bubbles appear over his head (HOLY SHITTTTTTT!) and makes it to the side of the road/bike path…a safe haven in the forest preserve. That was amazing.