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Riding my bike through the Panhandle. I see a homeless person sitting on the ground, talking to his friend in a wheel chair. A usual sight. He throws his empty aluminum beer can about 10 feet away from him. There's trash all over the place, but I've never seen anyone actually put it there. I ride to the can. He begins to babble, "I was going to throw it away." Right. I pick up the can and throw it at the guy. He asks, "Hey, are you shooting that at me?" I nod my head. He charges me and I take off on my bike. Ha. Ha. I wonder, will he stop littering? Will he litter with a vengeance to spite me? Will he forget in five minutes, a day, a week? Was there any more succinct way for me to communicate with him? |
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First written Wed, Aug 6, 1997 Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999 |
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