Didn’t really matter that much in the grand scheme of things as it would ultimately be cleaned up, but despite my temptation to inform him that if he wasn’t so **** lazy he might not be such a fat b’stard, I resisted entering into a beating from his car full of mates.
Loads of KFC-type litter stuck in the rivers and bushes around here despite being miles from a KFC type place. Don’t think it gets cleaned up, generally it just blows away.
Makes my blood boil too.
Though I have to say today in the centre of Glasgow I was amazed to see a rather hard-looking chap walking down the road, swaggered past us and then in the distance spotted a loaf that had fallen out of a pub bin and spilled out of its packet. Bent down, picked it all up and put it back in the bin, then continued on his way.
There are some decent people about still.