There are different barometers of my days spent hauling in trash/junk/assorted other shit along my path; volume (i.e. bag buster amounts), removal of specialty plastic items (i.e. flossing thingies, broken bumpers from car wrecks), or extra-nice days when there’s hardly anything that impedes my hurried walking pace.
Then there are items RFSDs; if there is a nirvana of removing stuff from the wrong end of the environmental chain, this is it. This morning as I criss crossed
the six lanes of Fairview Road when errant items were spotted, I took a fleeting second to check out the grids on storm drains.
Good thing. Wedged tight or perilously balanced on the ledge of varied drains were a 5 Hour Energy bottle, Pepsi and Gatorade G2 bottles, a polystyrene cup, and two of those little red Solo cups the country singer Toby Keith wails about.
All ended up in my bag. If this trash isn’t pulled back from the precipice then who knows where the hell this retrievable plastic will end up. Suffice to say where it goes no one will follow. It will never be picked up and never recycled.
No day picking up some else’s mess is necessarily good. But saving certain items in the nick of time makes a bad day somewhat better.