Chewing gum.
Most of the streets in Hyndburn are covered in gum, as is much of our country, but walking on the pavement between the bus stops and the market in Accrington this afternoon, I was shocked at the state of the pavement there.
There is so much gum that you can't see the pavement. It looks worse, I suppose, because the tarmac is black, well the bits that are still visible are black.
I ocassionally chew gum, but would never dream of spitting it on the floor.
I really don't understand people who do this.
There used to be a saying about not defecating (polite version) on your own doorstep. Since we all live here, the town is our collective doorstep.
I hope as well as fining people for dropping litter and cigarette ends, the council are also on the lookout, and issuing fines, to the selfish idiots who are making Hyndburn look even worse than it needs to be.
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Johann Georg Kant, father of Immanuel Kant, philosopher.
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