I don't know if anyone else had these in grade school - or if any of my teacher readers might use them - but I remember these things called "story starters." I think they were a English class kind of thing, and what you did was, the teacher would give you the first part of a story - or a weird situation with no obvious explanation, and you had to get creative to see where things went from there, making up the rest, or explaining the mystery. I saw a thing today that I think should qualify as a story starter.
Midday on a 49 degree Pensacola January day, Monday. About two miles from our house, there is a derelict service station, right off of exit 7. It used to be an Exxon all-night convenience place, with a Krystal tucked in the side, complete with drive-thru. Not too long after we moved here in 2003, the Krystal closed down, and that side was off-limits. Then, it became a place advertising Turducken, forcing me to find out what Turducken was, since I passed the goddamn sign all the time. Eventually, they both ceased to exist - I don't know why, and now it has sat vacant for more than a year, the windows cracked and dirty, the pumps gone, the parking lot and small sidewalk in front increasingly littered with trash. Today, as I was driving by on my way back home, I noticed two guys, sitting in deck chairs, out in front of the double doors. Just kind of hanging out amongst the bags of trash and loose litter, the cracked glass and the empty cans and bottles.
They're not waiting for anything but the future, 'cause buses don't stop there, and the only reason to take that road now is for the residential neighborhood that faces I-10. The only thing I can tell you from my 45 mph observation is that one guy was white and one guy was black, they were in their late 40s to early 50s, both wearing hats, and talking, just talking, it looked like. Sitting in front of an old service station watching the traffic merge into one lane on Pine Forest, and chatting, waiting for Monday to be over.