Times are changing folks — I’m talking garbage in my ditches.
Although, as per usual, I found many, many, many plastic bottles and Tim Hortons’ cups, I did not find a condom package as in yesteryear — and for that matter — not a single used condom, blue or otherwise as in yesteryear — think vasectomy, I guess. (A mind wonders whilst trash picking.)
Lots of dirty Kleenexes — Covid 19 infected? — I’ll let you know in a couple of weeks.
I’m aging, dear reader, and I don’t know how much longer my old knees will help me into and out of the steep ditches to collect litter.
The offenders may have to think of another method to deal with the chucked stuff. I don’t know? The garbage can?