After nearly two decades of delivering, the Dreamer has developed an instinctive awareness of his surroundings. It's subtle. He couldn't really explain it himself, yet he knows it's there. Delivering has become second nature to him.
So pulling into the driveway of just another delivery. The Dreamer finds himself instinctively scanning his surroundings. It's been raining all night, and there are are patches of fog rising from melting snow. The delivery point is right there, ten feet away. All he has to is walk across the lawn. Place the delivery in front of the door. Take a picture, and mark it delivered.
Yet as he stands there looking across the lawn. He notices something peculiar along it's surface, and with the use of his flash light the problem becomes evident.
This lawn has been booby trapped! Booby traps are almost never intentionally set. They're usually the results of carelessness. Woe to the delivery person who carelessly walks across a foreign lawn without first observing. Booby traps come in many forms, and on this particular night the Dreamer has discovered a minefield of Crappy patties.
Clearly the occupants of this location have found the task of walking their dog in below freezing temperatures to be disagreeable. So much so that they have develop the habit allowing their pet to relieve itself on their front lawn. A habit innocent in itself, yet over time resulting in a lawn littered with crappy patties. It's a relatively easy obstacle to overcome, but only if your aware of is existence.
Now aware of his challenge. The dreamer plots his course across the grass. With every step carefully place. He finishes his delivery, and returns to his car. Once in his car he notices the property has a huge back yard, and can't help but wonder why. Why not allow you dog to poop over there? Yet he quickly dismisses the thought, and continues on his way. One adventure down, and many more to come.
