On Friday, Miranda and I had a full day of shopping planned (and yes, I am acutely aware how close we are to Christmas and how inadequate I am for not being “all ready” thankyouverymuch, Judgy McJudgymiester). So we set out as soon as the last boys were picked up by the school bus for a day of pajama-partying and sugar-eating (something I do not remember having ever when I was in grade school. Boo. Hiss). And as we passed CIBC on the Queensway, I saw the minivan in front of us send a banana peel projectiling out of the drivers’ side window and onto road in front of oncoming traffic. Um. Yeah. Uh huh. Stunned silence for a second and then, really? Did I really just see a grown person dispose of garbage by throwing it out of their car window? Who DOES that? An asshole that’s who does that. So. Totally. Disgusted.
While growing up, I remember that it was not unusual to see trash fly out of car windows as it sped down the road. But that was, like, a long, long time ago now. It is rare for me to see that sort of slovenly behaviour now. And it made me kind of mad, a little sad, and a lot irate to see it happen again, in this age of enlightenment and environmental awareness. So I did what any rational, semi-enraged person would do.
I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the offensive offender in offenseville. But it was rainy that wet (duh!), freezing snowy-rain stuff, and I did not have my snow tires on my van yet, so I did not allow myself to get close enough to get a really good shot of the plate. Felt good anyway though and no one was hurt in the process (except the poor elderly dude braving the elements, clutching onto his walker for dear life, who, while innocently jaywalking, slid down the Queensway on his back like a member of the Jamaican Bobsled team). Way to promote elder-abuse and environmental irresponsibility all in one shot, banana-litterbug pig.
It would seem that during this, the season of giving, people are being rude, pushy, mean-spirited and just generally icky. Merry Christmas, I guess? Or maybe this just marks my true coming-of-age and I am now really a grown up, full of grown up beliefs, attitudes and consciousness? Nahhhhh, prolly not.
Have a holly jolly Sunday. Only two more sleeps until the big day of Dionysian-like excess and gluttony (read: Christmas) !