I should learn to look at things other than sidewalks as I drive through my ‘hood.
Yesterday I spied a McDonald’s bag that had disintegrated upon impact when it smacked the concrete along my route. The contents – polystyrene cup, a box that held some sort of mega-burger and wrappers – were strewn over the small impact zone.
Normally this doesn’t shiver my timbers. But with rain in the early morning Saturday forecast, I momentarily stewed about picking up the wet junk.
When I stepped out into the drizzle this morning at 6:22, I was fully prepared to come across this flotsam a few hundred yards into my walk. But when I arrived at the scene, every last shred of it was gone. Someone, another soul sickened by litter – a Good Samaritan – had beaten me to the punch.
That gladdened me. Not that whoever it was is a subscriber here. In fact, there are so few of you that your numbers could be counted on my digits. But for today, let’s make this anonymous Good Samaritan one of us.
The rest of my walk was as you would expect; the odd assortment of Bud Light, Budweiser, Coors Light and Pepsi containers, a Popov Vodka bottle, Burger King debris and lots and lots of polystyrene.
So I sit on the sofa sipping a cup of nuked coffee as I write this, offering a tip of my cup to whoever it was that made my morning a little brighter – and a little cleaner.