It never ceases to truly amaze (and utterly annoy) me.
I’m commuting to or from work, or I’m driving somewhere around town, and I see someone roll down their window and discard a piece of trash. Sometimes it’s a plastic wrapper. Sometimes it’s a piece of paper or a fast food wrapper. Often it’s a used cigarette. Most don’t even try to hide it; it’s as if there’s nothing wrong with littering.
How would those people feel if I just came over to their house and dumped my trash in their front yard?
Unfortunately, since we live on a corner lot, we see that as well. Other people’s trash litter our lawn — on a daily basis. Plastic pop bottles, empty beer bottles and beer cans, empty beer cases, empty cigarette packages, fast food sacks and wrappers, and assorted other trash is thrown (or blown by the wind) into our yard on a constant basis.
It completely boggles my mind that people are so lazy, so careless and so [CENSORED] rude. It demonstrates just how self-centered so many in our society have become. They simply don’t care enough to care at all about anyone but themselves.
If you want to live in your own filth, fine. But don’t share your filth with those who certainly don’t invite it. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” If you don’t want people dumping their trash into your front lawn — or, better yet, your living room — then don’t dump your trash on the land we all share (and especially on MY yard). It really isn’t that hard to throw your trash into a trash can.
Grow up and clean up after yourself!
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[And that concludes today's rant/soapbox/public service announcement.]
Yesterday afternoon, as I was getting ready to leave the office for the day to go meet with a vendor, I went into the kitchen to wash out my mug and found this in the kitchen sink…
Someone left their dirty plate with half-eaten food in the middle of the sink for someone else to take care of. Granted, in our office, we have Kitchen Services staff who collect dishes that need to be washed, load the dishwashers and re-shelve the clean dishes. It’s nice to have people that make sure we have clean glasses, plates and silverware for our use. But I think there are limits as to what should be expected of them and also reasonable standards for the rest of us on how we should take care of dishes we are finished with.
It seems a little much to leave a plate with food still on it in the middle of the sink — in a kitchen that our whole floor shares and uses. I don’t enjoy seeing others’ leftovers sitting in a sink that I want to use. Is it really so hard to quickly scrape the leftover food into the trash can? Is someone SO important that they can’t take the 10-15 seconds to do that after they’ve gone to the trouble of bringing it to the kitchen? Is it laziness or is it elitism (i.e. “that task is beneath me”)?
I’ll say this. It is rude. It is disgusting (especially when it becomes waterlogged and soggy from others using water at the sink). And it is completely unnecessary. Your momma doesn’t work here to clean up after you, so do it yourself!
Working off insufficient sleep and excessive creative drain from a heavy workload, I’m suffering from a little bit of writer’s block. So, you’re stuck with another edition of random ramblings…
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Are we there yet?
I am so ready for this presidential campaign season to come to a close… and there’s still another seven months to go. Would it be possible to have a news channel that covers news other than what’s happening with any one of or all of the presidential candidates? I would love to know what’s going on in the world, but I’m so sick of the politics of this campaign, I have to turn off every news station to avoid hearing anything about it. Fortunately, I have the Internet that allows me to more effectively filter my news. What did we ever do without the Internet?!?
Let me first say that I hate traffic. My blood pressure has to jump by more than 25 points automatically when hitting rush hour traffic — and that’s before I encounter the inevitable idiots, morons and just-plain-mean drivers. This morning’s commute proved to be much more “exciting” than I ever wanted … and not the good kind of excitement, but rather the heart-pounding, adrenaline-rushing, gut-wrenching, fear-filled kind of excitement. By the time I got out of my car when I arrived downtown, I felt completely drained and my stomach still churning in knots. Continued
One neighborhood’s disgust with a discourteous resident who refused to pick up after her four-legged pooping machines was creative and noteworthy enough to make the local news (not here, but wherever she leaves) and is worthy of consideration for “Innovative Passive-Aggressive Vigilante(s) of the Year.” While I generally don’t encourage such passive aggressiveness, this case is simply brilliant. As someone whose blood boils when other dog owners are similarly thoughtless and willfully negligent in cleaning up after their own (dogs’) sh*t, this story brings a warm feeling of poetic justice to my heart.
(The following clip of passive aggressive “vigilante” goodness is brought to you courtesy of passiveaggressivenotes.com.)
It never ceases to truly amaze (and utterly annoy) me.
