I was headed down Quail Hollow Road to the drugstore when I came upon an unspeakable, squalid trail of junk alongside the road.
There’s no way to really tell what goes through a perp’s mind when they throw out diapers, liquor bottles and who knows what the hell else out of their car window. The sad trail of trash was about 25 yards long. My ‘Angry Man’ impersonation nearly resurrected himself but managed to remain bottled up. Perhaps venting isn’t so bad.
My initial intent, beyond just the photo evidence, was to pick the mess up but I didn’t have a bag, I was in work clothes, and frankly wasn’t in a place mentally or physically to play janitor.
So the best we have is a sad shot courtesy of some idiot who jettisoned a sizable amount of litter at relatively high speed. I think it takes a true psychologist to divine why people do such things. I’m not smart enough to figure that mystery out.
This sort of deplorable scene repeats itself with stunning regularity along the streets and roads I travel throughout the South – and other byways in the U.S., too. Every time I cruise past such a distressing occurrence, what comes to mind is the morality as to why dolts think it’s okay to toss things out of their car. But that’s up to the criminal to determine. Then again, it’s a moral dilemma none take the time to consider.