Do you want to know what absolutely drives me up the freakin’ wall? People that just assume that they are not responsible for the proper disposal of their own garbage because of where they are or what the garbage is. I see it all the time and it really chaps my ass.
Case Study #1- Cigarette Butts are Teensy, they don’t count as “Trash” The response to this way of thinking is that you are just plain WRONG. Smoking is grody. Most will agree. Yes, was a smoker. My penance for that unfortunate time of my life is that I am now being blessed with a heightened sense of smell, making me even more acutely aware of when a smoker is nearby. Now, just a whiff is enough to make me feel ill. But I digress. What I find so abhorrent is the smoker’s predilection of tossing aside a crushed butt. My GRANDMOTHER even dumps her car ashtray (that is another rant for another day) out the window, ignoring my protests and scattering these nasty little nuggets to the wind to become pollutants. Gross. If you have to smoke, please, please, PLEASE dispose of your cigarette properly. I hate smoking, but I have ashtrays for my guests that INSIST on continuing with the habit. Did you know that Good Morning America did a story on just this topic a few months ago. They dispose of somewhere near 90 pounds of cigarette butts daily in Times Square. Ew.
Case Study # 2- I’m in a Movie Theater and Therefore Invisible You purchase your box of Raisinets, small popcorn and frozen coke at the movie theater. After watching the movie, you:
A. Wad up your trash, rub it in your armpit and throw it over your right shoulder.
B. Applaud the fine film you were fortunate enough to just experience, stand and leave your empty containers on the floor or in the cup holder because there is a teenager standing nearby holding a broom.
C. PICK UP YOUR OWN DAMN GARBAGE! WHAT WERE YOU, RAISED BY RACCOONS?!
Seriously, the kids at the movie theater make somewhere near minimum wage and are there only to sweep up the wayward Skittle or Popcorn kernel, not clean up after your lazy ass. Besides, there are trash receptacles at the exit, and no one ever brings in more than they can carry in one trip. It isn’t like you would require your own Sherpa to carry out your movie theater refreshment refuse. Grumble, grumble.
Finally:
Case Study #3: (What set this rant off in the first place) There are so many of us, like locusts, we are destructive and vile and just don’t care Last night we went to see the fireworks at a park on the lake. During said event, Delayed-Reaction Boy (my oh so significant other) was speaking to a man seated on a blanket in front of us. He spoke to him at length, and although I did not receive an introduction, I had the feeling that they were friendly acquaintances. After the marvelous fireworks, this party picked up their blanket and walked away from a MOUNTAIN of beer cans and water bottles. Friend or no, I started murmuring things about being white trash, but then quickly shut my mouth (I live in rural-ish Georgia, white trash is somewhat abundant in these parts and I didn’t fancy seeing DR Boy‘s face smashed in by some drunk redneck in a Dale Earnhardt T-shirt.) We were at a PARK for goodness sakes! Hello? Nature, trees, water- all beautiful natural resources that were ruined by your cousin-kissin’, Lynard Skynard listenin’, Nascar t-shirt wearin’, inbred, stupid, drunk redneck worthless ass that decided to leave your trash for someone else to deal with.
Now, I have a confession to make. I didn’t pick up the garbage either. But I have a good reason. It would seem that Bubba and his small party were not alone in leaving their crap behind. I looked around me and even in the darkness, I could pick out a veritable sea of junk tossed aside for the park staff to contend with. I would still be there right now picking up garbage. Now, I can be a good samaritan and pick up the occasional pop corn bucket, but in this case I couldn’t make the call as to which trash I could carry and which would just get left.
Which brings me to another question. What is with white trash folk? Why do they have to be so very, trashy? It is embarrassing for the rest of us who just happen to be from the south and um, somewhat caucasian. What happens to make a person de-evolve and just start losing their common sense? Seriously, I want to know. I have some not so distant family members (unfortunately) that are rapidly becoming government liabilities because they are so freakin’ worthless and lazy, and we sprang forth from the very same gene pool. It has gotten so embarrassing, I hardly wish to even know them.
Boo. Happy 4th of July.
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