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In very slow commuter traffic recently I was driving behind a car recently I was admiring the waft if smoke on a cool calm morning drifting from the window of a relatively new car in front. The driver of the car, like me was obviously contemplating the day ahead, her car was a wonderful bright silver, shining, possibly reflecting her persona. Butt in a moment of disgusting selfishness she dropped the cigarette out of the window - Christ. Did she have to, could she not extinguish it in her car. Did she have to dump rubbish on our streets where kids were passing by on the way to school. Streets where there were efforts by the street cleaners to tidy the place up and efforts by the local community to make the entrances to the littles cul de sacs that populate our suburbs. Where I can see. I'm sorry to say I had not the gumption or appetite to beep, wave or get out and ask the person to pick up their rubbish. Am I gone soft. Am I becoming cynical at 50? Am I the "coping class" the "silent majority". If I were to have a discussion with my fellow citizen that same person that suffers the commute would they apologise and pick up the butt? Or would they be offended and tell me to F off and mind my Kuwait business. Or worse?
I drove on tutting, that person put a little cloud on my day. |
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