I was walking to my car after locking the door at my retail job. Two short teenage boys stepped toward a brand-new full-size Infiniti SUV. "Crack," I heard the driver drop a can onto the pavement. I took a look his way and shook my head in the relative darkness. "Crumple crumple," I heard as the vehicle turned and crushed the can.
It'll probably be my job to pick up his refuse when I work on Wednesday. I read once that what is annoying about littering is that the litterer is so clearly declaring his disdain for the social collective -- the fact that if each of us does his part, we can all get along a little better. This young man, given the world probably (or at least the keys to a $58,000+ vechicle), has that very disdain. I wanted to throw a rock to deface a panel of the Infiniti SUV.
Sometimes the world scares me -- the corrupt hardness of heart that can fill the cretins among us. Those who would rather enrich themselves than pay to help another. Those who would turn a blind eye to atrocity and torture. And the summertime boys who litter.
Later, a guy held open a door as I entered my gas station. Equally notable, but a bad experience outweighs a good one.