I often confront litterbugs, particularly if I have some extra time and am in "one of those moods".
Usually they take the trash that I hand them, shove it in their pocket or a trash can, and just look embarrassed. The last time I did it, the guy looked at me (with drugged out eyes), announced to me that I'm fat (no kidding, dude, that's a revelation if ever I heard one), and dropped the trash right back on the ground. Of course, I picked it up again and tried to give it to him again. It didn't work and I decided to stop before he punched me. I definitely got the sense that we were nearing the point of physical violence, so that was probably a smart move.
It makes me crazy. We can talk about global warming, pollution, etc all we want, but if we can't convince people to throw their trash in a garbage can, it's going to be a long road.
Melissa (not Dribben)
