I had to run an errand mid-morning today and got on an uncrowded 4 train going uptown. At the Wall Street stop, the young mother in the seat opposite me went to one set of doors and threw her Styrofoam cup out onto the station platform. The lid came off, ice and watered-down soda remnants leaked everywhere, and she sat back down casually.
I scrunched up my face into its most disapproving and judgemental form and stared at her hard, but she didn't look at me. No one else on the train appeared to notice what had happened, though it's impossible that anyone missed it. I've seen so many people set their empty cups or bags on the floor and been disgusted, but this made that look almost polite.
I thought about saying, "Classy!" Or, "You know someone has to clean that up, right?" Or, "Your adorable daughter's going to grow up to be a serial killer because of stunts like that."
But I didn't, because just then, the woman's infant daughter stretched out her arms for a hug, and the woman pushed her away and continued to listen to her iPod, and you know people like that aren't really affected by being called names like Litterbug and Trash-Tosser.
– Katie Ett, unapologeticallymundane.com
Comments
Sounds like a Lost and Lonely Leftover to me.
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@Tracey: the Styrofoam cup or the daughter?
@Jack: that was one clever comment.
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