Sorting out the litter-bugs: A Tale of Mirth and Woe

Sorting out the litter-bugs: A Tale of Mirth and Woe

The car is parked.

The ticket is bought.

"Hey!" says the boy, "What's that on the ground?"

It is, it transpires, a parking penalty ticket, ripped in half and flung on the ground out of rage.

TAKE THAT, The Man.

"Well," I say, "That's not very nice. Not only has somebody been caught parking illegally, they've also committed the CRIME of littering."

We are all agreed: We are digusted, and something must be done.

"What, then," asks the boy, "What should we do?"

"Stick it on a car," said his friend.

"But... which one?"

"Any car."

So he did.

And they say kids these days don't care about the world about them.

And I know what you're going to say: "Pictures, or it didn't happen."

Here you go:


Cannot, and probably did not, end well.