An Open Letter to the Littering Assholes…

On my way home this evening, I drove my car down the somewhat hilly road that is the last “main” road before my neighborhood.  It’s a two lane road in a rather sleepy suburban area – but well traveled enough that it is a Snow Emergency Route during the winter.

I still drive carefully on it because of the blind hills and the (relative) abundance of suburban wildlife that have popped out from either side of the street – chipmunks, squirrels, opossums, cats, foxes and deer have all crossed my path at one time or another on that particular stretch of road.

So, tonight when I crested one of the blind hills and just saw a brown, large-cat-to-small-fox sized *something* in the middle of the road – I hit the brakes.  Once I got close enought to see that it was a fast-food bag that had been chucked out a car window – I was livid.

I pulled over and walked back to get that crap out of the middle of the road, because I knew I was not the only one that would stomp on the brakes, and that it could easily cause an accident.  And I was right – while there was no accident because the lateness of the hour and cars spread far enough apart – as I walked back the short bit down the road to retrieve your bag of crap, I witnessed not one, but two cars slam on their brakes upon cresting the hill and seeing “something brown that could certainly be an animal.”

Honestly, I don’t care if your family is hard core vegan and you can’t be seen with fast food bag – just do what others do and chuck it into the backseat of your car and pop it in the trashcan when you get home.  Don’t chuck it into the middle of the street – it’s not just littering, it’s a fucking hazard to other drivers. 

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2 Responses to An Open Letter to the Littering Assholes…

  1. Peter says:

    Look on the bright side. At least it wasn’t a plastic bottle of urine deposited by a long-haul truck driver, or a dirty diaper (not necessarily left behind by a trucker).

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