As I walked to the bus stop this morning I watched an older fellow picking up garbage. It appeared to be a struggle for him each time he bent over, but he slowly persisted until he had cleared a long stretch of grass beside the sidewalk. I don't know if he owned the property or if he was simply being a good Samaritan, but I gave him a big smile for his efforts. (He probably would have preferred it if I had given him some assistance.)
It is beyond me why ignoramuses toss their trash on the ground when there are so many trash cans and recycling bins available.
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I carry my trash with me since it seems that the thousands of cans I do pass are already overflowing. I REFUSE to throw my garbage on the ground (I do spit out my gum into the gutter though...its biodegradable right?)
I, too, carry my garbage and recyclables with me if I can't find a suitable receptacle.
As for gum, it turns into those slightly raised black spots you see all over the sidewalk. Apparently it's a real pain to clean up. I usually keep my wrapper (if there is one) and wrap my used gum up before tossing it in the garbage.
Why just 20 minutes? This reminds me of my mom's 5-minute straighten-up before she goes to bed. I guess there is something to it, as her house is cleaner than mine. Fun blog -- and thanks for visiting mine.
Hi Katy.
You're right -- 20 minutes can't quite cut it. Toronto used to be so clean, and now it's filthy. Sometimes I wish I were a big and imposing figure so that I could confront litterbugs. And racists. And bullies. And homophobes. And people who talk too bloody loud on their cell phones while on public transit.
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