I got called out by a reader about Sunday’s double trash walk.
Most of the litter, she said, “… blows out of garbage trucks.”
My response: “That is straight bull shit.”
Almost nothing in this volume – polystyrene fast food cups, plastic soda bottles, beer cans, and virtually everything else picked up by hand – is flotsam from trucks. Perhaps the plastic sheets and polystyrene flat fell by the wayside, but this is largely the doing of slobs. Every stinking bit of it.
This is the same reader who, several months ago, said other cities have it worse. Not that I don’t care about the cleanliness of other locales, but I don’t give a damn. I care about Charlotte. This is where I live.
And I will keep piling on once she sees this photo: ‘If you don’t think Charlotte has a goddamn litter problem, look closely at the sheer enmity represented by this heap of junk. All this crap was collected on one day along two paths.’
Do the math. If there’s this much litter (12 lbs. or so) on two relatively short routes, how much has accumulated on the more than two thousand miles of Charlotte streets?’
There was so much trash that for the first time ever, I had to stand on a chair to capture the grandeur of all the sordidness in one semi-panoramic view.
I have a relatively thick skin but she found a way to get under it. Now my dander is up. Her’s ought to be, too.