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Two things that drive me nuts…

Yeah, I may have a couple of screws loose. Tell me something I don’t know.

But there are two items that I pick up with stunning, almost daily, regularity that contribute mightily to my zaniness.

One is empty bottled water bottles, the other is insipid single-floss devices.

These two alleged 'healthy' items end up way too often in my bags. You can't practice health on one level but reject it on another

These two alleged ‘healthy’ items end up way too often in my bags. You can’t practice health on one level but reject it on another

Not to necessarily pick on Dasani, but it is a frequent representative of this notion: how is it that a product supposedly manufactured and marketed as ‘healthy’ all-too-frequently ends up as just so much roadside junk? Same with these idiotic flossing thingies, frequently made of rigid plastic. It just makes me want to say ‘Make sure your teeth and gums are clean, moron, but why the hell are you still jettisoning it out the window?’ The most generous thing I can say about these fools is they are a bunch of GDSs.

This morning's haul. Nothing new here. Same old, same old.

This morning’s haul. Nothing new here. Same old, same old.

I mean, what gives here? It’s okay to practice hygiene on one level but turn the other way when it comes to the environment? I’m not buying it. At least have the civility to dispose of it correctly or, heaven forbid, make the extra effort to recycle it.

Get with the program, litter junkies. You’re killing us.

About Dave Bradley (264 Articles)
I was a writer by trade so one would think letters would come easily for me. It is so now, but wasn't always that way. Indeed, the first letter was written the Monday after Ellen started her freshman year in college. For years I've wondered - with no good answers - why I swiveled my office chair toward my computer screen to fire up a word processing document for that first letter. I just don't know. I just did. Perhaps it was the angst of separation or wanting to say things that had gone unsaid at that moment when we parted ways in front of her college dormitory. What was a one-off became habitual. When her brother Reid enrolled in the same college, his name was added to the salutation line. They were kids then and are adults now. No matter. The letter writing habit remains so today. I live in Brevard, North Carolina. I'm well away from where they live and don't see them nearly as often as I'd like. That's why letters, at least to me, fill the void of distance. The pages give me something to say and the space to say it. There is no assurance they read the letters; indeed, I have never asked if they do so. With the pace of their busy lives who could blame them for letting a letter sit unopened? Over time, it has dawned on me that the letters are both communicative - and cathartic. By nature, letters are about the writer; the writer can only write about their situation. Perhaps that is as it should be. It's all about the here and now from one person's perspective.

4 Comments on Two things that drive me nuts…

  1. Amen!

  2. Mort Mortensen // May 27, 2013 at 4:08 pm // Reply

    Irony is everywhere. Roll on Dave, roll on.

  3. Reblogged this on antioxidantproject and commented:
    Stop Buying Bottled Water an Make the Switch toKangen Water

  4. I cant stand people who litter. I mean really? all gas stations have trash cans, pull over and throw it away, it takes two seconds.

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