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Four days, one path = the context of one stinking pile of crap

We’ve had a lot of rain in these parts (the South) the past week or so, enough so that it was too wet and gloomy to dump junk on the driveway each day for the perfunctory photo op. So the refuse sat in bags, stewing in its own juices – almost quite literally.

But today broke into sunshine and warmth. Time to do the dirty work since the recycling truck comes tomorrow morning.

It takes 10 minutes per bag, give or take, to dump out the sordid contents, do a sort of photo arrangement (the bottles and cans always go in the upper left hand corner, but don’t ask me why that is), then hand sort through the gunk to stow it by junk-type; one bag for metals and plastics, one bag for plastic bags and wrappers and a final bag for the non-recyclable (at least not in Mecklenburg County) polystyrene and other baddies.

Four bags = roughly 40 minutes. I wasn’t in the mood for such drudgery and in a true moment of weakness (and pique), I decided to dump all of the crap out at once for a ‘group shot.’

Four days worth of litter fills a roughly 5' by 8' space.  But it's the narrow space between the ears of slobs that truly bugs me.

Four days worth of litter fills a roughly 4′ by 6′ space. But it’s the narrow space between the ears of slobs that truly bugs me.

It was the usual, predictable and sundry; Coors Light and Miller Lite and Bud Light cans – not to mention several other beer brands, remnants of McDonalds and Burger King packages, broken tail lights from wrecked cars as well as a busted Chevy name plate, Evian and Deer Park and Dasani and other generic water bottles, a plastic to-go box, Coke and Mellow Yellow bottles, polystyrene cups galore (or is that abhor?), drinking straws and lids from assorted gas stations and fast food eateries, cigarette boxes and wrappers (at least a dozen) and assorted plastic thingies I didn’t, or wouldn’t, take the time to count.

It was a putrid pile of a sopping mess. But never before had I lumped multiple days into the same photo. What it does, in all its seamy glory, is put into context just how much sh-t there is along one three mile path day after day after day. I mean, take a look at the picture closely: four days of unthinkingness by morons, dolts, bozos and slobs. Really, WTF?

Don’t put it past me to stow away trash for a week and take a shot of the aggregate junk. Wouldn’t that be a pretty picture?

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.

2 Comments on Four days, one path = the context of one stinking pile of crap

  1. Bob Furstenau // April 21, 2015 at 8:52 pm // Reply

    Dave have you ever sent the blog to Coors or Miller?

  2. Nancy J. Nance // April 22, 2015 at 12:46 am // Reply

    What a shame people are so sorry and trashy. Wish we had cameras out to catch them and fine them a large amount. Never could understand why they can’t leave the trash in their car until they get home or to a trash can. If we knew who they are maybe we could take all the trash you pick up and throw it in their yard to make a statement.

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