Coffee cups and water bottles

I’m getting tired of people using our street as a dumping ground for take-away Costa coffee cups and other detritus which our visiting car-parkers can’t be bothered to take home, lest it occupies valuable space in their micro-chipped wheelie-bins (trust me – charging is coming), so much so that I recently popped in to our … Continue reading “Coffee cups and water bottles”

I’m getting tired of people using our street as a dumping ground for take-away Costa coffee cups and other detritus which our visiting car-parkers can’t be bothered to take home, lest it occupies valuable space in their micro-chipped wheelie-bins (trust me – charging is coming), so much so that I recently popped in to our local Costa to have a quiet word with the manager.

I asked him whether he might think it appropriate to ask a staff member to have a quick scan around the local area to check that his customers weren’t leaving free advertising lying on the pavements of our pleasant tree-lined streets (but please refer to my earlier post about Agent Orange Tree Services).  Anyway, his considered response was a simple one, which was to tell me to piss off and that he wasn’t interested in what his customers did once they left the premises, even if this was to spread a ‘good impression’ of the franchise around the local area.  Fair enough. You can’t dispute the guy’s dedication to his employer, and I assume he must be an employee as I’m sure an actual franchisee would have engaged in a slghtly more constructive discussion.

Today I met another of our local yobs practising his dumping skills, not of a coffee cup, but of an empty water bottle.  As I was walking past a car, the bottle appeared at my feet having been tossed out of the window by the said yob. I picked it up, handed it back to him and politely commented that he must have dropped it, the correct response to which is ‘thank-you’. Of course it wasn’t. The bottle was returned to the street by the irate yob who ‘politely’ pointed out that he hadn’t accidently dropped it. I returned it again. I could see he wasn’t getting the message when he ‘dropped’ it again. The back window of the car came down, so I handed the bottle to the girl who sat in the back.  Of course, this was the trigger for some very considered abuse, such as ‘I’ll punch your fucking face in’ and ‘you old* cunt, I’ll smash those glasses (Specsavers) off your face’, but fortunately the fat slob couldn’t get out from under the rest of his lunch fast enough to put that into effect.  (I’m expecting these choice phrases to be automatically censored by my WordPress installation, so let’s see if it works.) Still, it just goes to show what these morons get taught at school (see earlier post referring to destruction of the education system).

*Incidentally, I found this rather judgemental. How did he know I’m old? What were his criteria? Did he base his accusation on appearance or behaviour? Maybe he just says that to anyone because it goes nicely with ‘cunt’.

 

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