Grafitti in OG!

[Squirrel Girl]

One time I was riding my bike to school (Chapel Hill, NC--Go Heels!). There was a long line of cars stopped at a light. Some passenger in a pickup tossed his McDonald's bag out the window. It was only about two cars ahead of me, so I picked up up, handed it back to him and said, "You dropped this." He tossed it back out when they started driving when the light turned green. I can't recall, but I think I picked it up and took it to a trash bin myself. But I do remember a lot of other drivers giving me the thumbs up and so on. It's been so many years now, I can't recall, but I'm pretty sure I reported his license to the cops who didn't really do anything.

My dad, on the other hand totally freaked out and figured the guy was gonna stalk me down and harm me.

[MORGAN]

Some passenger in a pickup tossed his McDonald's bag out the window. It was only about two cars ahead of me, so I picked up up, handed it back to him...

I have had the opportunity to do this three times. Twice the idiot took it back and drove off - probably tossed it again as soon as he was out of sight. The third time was in a gas station parking lot. A guy opened his car door and set a big cardboard cup on the pavement. I went over and picked it up. When I saw that it was half full of coffee and the contents of his ashtray, it occurred to me that arming him with it while pissing him off might not be the best of all possible ideas. So I asked him, in a tone of voice meant to imply that nothing better could be expected of a person such as himself, "Would you like me to throw this in the trash (pointing to the can about three steps away) for you?" Probably lucky I didn't get punched.

Last spring while canoeing a local river I found a small bag of trash floating. I scooped it up and was about to put it in my trash bag when I saw that it had a speeding ticket in it with a name and address. When I got home I sealed the dripping bag of trash in a big plastic bag and a big USPS flat rate box and mailed it to him. Never heard anything back.

My father was a Vermont game warden - he would often find trash on the back roads that had a return address in it, and he would show up at the miscreant's door with the trash and a citation for $500.00.


Mike