How Corporations Convinced America that Litter is Our Fault
This morning, while sitting at a red light, I watched as the person in front of me rolled down the window of their Lexus, stuck out an arm, and flung a greasy McDonald’s bag filled with garbage and empty soda cans onto the sidewalk. Instinctively, I slammed my horn with one hand and made the universal “what the hell?” gesture with the other. They did not respond. For a moment I considered stepping out of my car and scooping the strewn Egg McMuffin entrails into a pile to hand back to them; then I remembered that I live in America, where people have guns, and I decided this wasn’t really a situation worth escalating. The light turned green and the driver sped off—laughing maniacally and slurping ketchup from each of their fingers, I assume—while I fumed.