Mr. Whipple Was Here

I am driving home, down I-35. I take my usual exit and head for the loop. On my left, the highway. On my right, a field of grass and small trees. I had slowed down to get on the loop. That is when I noticed it, in a flash. Next to the road, just sitting there, upright, as if waiting...a single roll of toilet paper.

I did not stop to see if it was the quilted stuff.