Of course, I apply Pogo’s teaching to the lunkheads who continue to make my Saturday morning walks miserable.
Today was no different. My F-bomb pout from last week gave way to simple resignation. They toss it out, I pick it up (and sort it and recycle it).
I don’t know what they should get for Christmas. But if Mr. Claus dropped a conscience in their stockings, that would be a good start.