Being Mr. Kenny

Or rather not wearing glasses. I was walking home tonight, not wearing my glasses, when I looked up and saw, in the middle of the road, some kind of small animal walking across the road, pausing a while, then continuing. There was a car approaching, and I wondered if I should warn it about the animal it was about to squash.

However, as I approached, I could see that it wasn’t a small animal at all, but a plastic bag being blown along by the wind.