You have to wonder about some people’s mentality. I was out on Friday, just as it had turned to the afternoon. I had nipped into the shop on the local parade to get a drink. There was a teenage girl in front of me buying lots of random stuff. And because one drink doesn’t take long to scan and pay for, especially when I had already prepared the correct change to pay for it, I was walking towards the Downsman not far behind the girl.
Her mum was parked up at the side of the pub and the girl passed the bag of shopping into her through the driver side window. The mum passed her a couple of things and told the girl to throw them away. So, the girl took them, walked back across the road, and then just threw them at the base of the tree there. Two more steps away there is a bin. Her mum did shout at her to pick them up and put them in the bin. “It’s literally just there next to you.” There was a lot of huffing then involved.
But when you hear how it’s my generation that doesn’t give a shit about the planet, it isn’t. it’s the lazy entitled little shits of Greta Thunberg’s generation. And they seem to be worse in this country than anywhere else. (Even Vienna.) it is why our streets are litter strewn messes, whereas the streets of most foreign cities we visit tend to be litter free. (That and a lack of council resources to have that early, five in the morning street cleaning crews they seem to have overseas.)
And to be fair it isn’t just the younger generation in this country, it seems to be an epidemic of lazy bastards. I had my usual pre writing group Maccy D’s breakfast on Saturday morning. Pretty much every table had the detritus of wrappings left behind on them by lazy fuckwits. They managed to get their food and drink to the tables (OK, half of them probably used the deliver to table option when ordering), but they couldn’t possibly manage to take the empty bits to the bin. Which they have to walk past to get out the door. It beggars’ belief.
Although I didn’t make it to the football on Saturday (because of the stupid time of the friendly clashing with writing group), I can guarantee that by the end of the game the stands will be litter strewn hovels. People can manage to get the food and drink to their seats but can’t possibly take the litter away with them at the end. They just drop it and expect someone else to clean it up. And again most of them have to walk past the wheelie bins placed next to the bottom of each set of stairs out of the stands when they are leaving.
Why oh why are we such a nation of lazy, slovenly halfwits?