And there you have it. The above picture of the perfect crime. The masked attacker. The huddling wife and blond, innocent child. Protected by the middle-aged, middle-American, pulling his pistola to stop the classic masked attacker ““ an armed robber we automatically presume? Oh, and the dumpsters. Yes, yes, the dumpsters, which subliminally tell us that average Mr. and Mrs. Middle America and said fair, blond child had, by some mistake, traveled- “round back.”
You know, “round back!” You know where that is – round back of the store, “round back” the mall, “round back” of something that they shouldn’t be “round back” of, near “dumpster world.” The world where the masked thugs and drug addicts and serial killers are sitting in waiting. No one should venture “round back, “ but yet, gosh, there they were. (I will publish this picture and no doubt get some responses proclaiming that this couple made the mistake of passing by the “round-back, dumpster-world.”) Being at the wrong place at the wrong time is a great “˜throw-down” line, but a very vague, golden rule. Wrong place. Where exactly is that?