Two years ago, in order to escape an utterly distressing day at the office, I went on a lunch time walk along the road my building was located on. Off the shoulder in some weeds was a wallet that I picked it up. Affixed and concealed in the fold of the wallet was a syringe and of course it jabbed into my finger quite deeply. The wallet was empty - just placed there for that exact purpose.
Maybe my tombstone will say I was the only person to contract AIDS standing on the highway.