Living, Really?

The World Is Not Your Trash Can

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Now before you get started, let me say that we all realize you need to keep the interior of your Kia Sephia pristine.

Granted, the exterior, which I presume used to be white, looks like the skies over Beijing in August. But you still can’t allow those empty juice boxes to sully your ride even for the time it takes to reach your destination, even if that destination is a McDonald’s.

Though the last time I checked, McDonald’s had a convenient waste receptacle ready and waiting for you. No, you need to teach the consumers of said juice boxes, your precious little offspring, how to keep a clean vehicle. Better to toss those things right out onto Candler Road while you’re driving.

Of course, I myself learned about environmental responsibility at approximately age five, when a book called Yogi Bear Teaches BooBoo Some Ecology taught me two things about our world: that clean, potable water is not an infinite resource, and that littering is wrong and makes your neighborhood look like a garbage dump.

Now calm down, I’m not asking you to demonstrate the sagacity of a five-year-old (or a cartoon bear, for that matter). I’m just asking you to have a smidgen of self-respect while toning down the sense of entitlement just a hair.

Because when you litter, you become the thing you just tossed out your window—a piece of trash.