For the compulsive, picking up litter is a 24/7 endeavor.
So this morning I’m motoring out of the fancy Harris Teeter (aka ‘Taj-Ma-Teeter’) on Morrison when I spied this bit of plastic that threatened to wash down into the storm drain with the next big rain. A quick check of my rearview mirrors for cars behind me, and bingo, the driver side door opens.
Without leaving my comfy seat (is that possible in a Camry?), the Bud Light shrink wrap plastic is corralled and is now safely stowed in my recycle bin. Grabbing junk off the precipice of a storm drain is particularly satisfying.
It’s not at all unusual for me to pick up odds & ends from parking lots. I don’t spend untold amounts of time on this nor are untold amounts of stuff collected; only when a bit of trash or two is within range do I spring – amble, really – into action. Typically the trunk lid is popped open and the offending one offs are tossed inside.
Moral of the story: you can take the collector away from his path, but you can’t take the trash away from the collector.