I was outside grilling, enjoying a cold one, just watching the smoke drift up and pretending I knew exactly what I was doing. I take a sip, and out of the corner of my eye I catch this little glint—light bouncing off something over by the fence.

At first I think it’s just a loose nail or maybe a piece of foil from when the kids were messing around. But I turn my head, and there it is: a Modelo bottle. Empty. Wedged up high between the planks like someone was trying to stash it for later.

I walk over, beer still in my hand, because priorities. And sure enough, it’s not just sitting there—it’s placed there. Balanced. Hidden unless you hit it at just the right angle. Like the world’s most half-hearted smuggling operation.

I just stand there staring at it, thinking,

Okay… who’s been sneaking beers with my fence?

And why does this thing have its own secret storage shelf now?

No answers, of course. Just me, the grill, my drink, and this mysterious Modelo perched on the property line like it’s been waiting to be discovered.

So I shrug, take another sip, and keep an eye on it—because apparently even my fence has a nightlife I didn’t know about.

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