This is a fucked up excuse, but a valid one. While traveling across interstates in the US, you can't just pull over anywhere without repercussions. You can go 40 minutes without a place to piss, easily, if you aren't paying attention. Think about that... the nice folk have 40 minutes.... what do you think the dredges do? Say you have 5 people in your car... exactly how many piss bottles would you put up with?
I'd prefer if everyone took care of their shit... but if you actually try a cross country road trip through the US? You're going to violate your own "code" at some point.
My grandma. My grandma and my mom in the same car... My aunt... my aunt and my grandma in the same car... my aunt my grandma and my nephew in the same car... You see where I'm going with this?
...... so your grandma and aunt and niece all pee in a bottle in a moving car? You are a douche. Stop for your fucking grandma to go use a bathroom, you monster!
We always said that it should not be possible to see that we’d been there, but I really like yours because it means picking up after more people. I’ll adopt that!
My Uncle was a street cleaner/maintenance man for my house town. It is an EXTREMELY SMALL town lol. He fixed stuff like that lights on sidewalks, broken benches, and broken swings.
But he always told us "Make people like me jobs easier. Take a trash bag with you to the park or beach or when you go on a walk. Pick up trash as you go. So I can go home sooner. And people like me can go see thier families sooner."
So I always do that.
I always take trash bags with us to vacation so we clean up before the maids come in. So they just throw away the trash bags.
Because those tiny trash cans can't hold but paper trash lol.
All honesty I come from a long line of hard working people in the service industry. From store clerks to food, from cleaning crew to gas station attendant. So I always make sure to put things up, and give respect to the workers. And I am teaching my kid to do as well.
Countined...
I always say a small comment to clerks like love your nails or man this weather or what ever just a quick comment as they ring me up.
My daughter asked me why is it every time I do that. Because I do it to EVERY SINGLE casher.
Well I tell her about my grandmother.
She worked at a small corner quick shop. Day in and day out she worked hard. I remember many a nights she be walking home (it was just 3 small blocks away) I could see her through our shared bedroom window as she was coming home and she would be crying. At first she never wanted to tell me why but she finally did. It was all due to no one all day talked to her. They treated her like a machine just ringing them up. She felt like she wasn't even a person.
So I told my daughter that is why. Just so in case no one talked to them at least I did.
And now she does to.
If only everyone else cared about the people who work hard to make the world work life would be much better.
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I'd prefer if everyone took care of their shit... but if you actually try a cross country road trip through the US? You're going to violate your own "code" at some point.
But he always told us "Make people like me jobs easier. Take a trash bag with you to the park or beach or when you go on a walk. Pick up trash as you go. So I can go home sooner. And people like me can go see thier families sooner."
So I always do that.
I always take trash bags with us to vacation so we clean up before the maids come in. So they just throw away the trash bags.
Because those tiny trash cans can't hold but paper trash lol.
All honesty I come from a long line of hard working people in the service industry. From store clerks to food, from cleaning crew to gas station attendant. So I always make sure to put things up, and give respect to the workers. And I am teaching my kid to do as well.
Countined...
My daughter asked me why is it every time I do that. Because I do it to EVERY SINGLE casher.
Well I tell her about my grandmother.
She worked at a small corner quick shop. Day in and day out she worked hard. I remember many a nights she be walking home (it was just 3 small blocks away) I could see her through our shared bedroom window as she was coming home and she would be crying. At first she never wanted to tell me why but she finally did. It was all due to no one all day talked to her. They treated her like a machine just ringing them up. She felt like she wasn't even a person.
So I told my daughter that is why. Just so in case no one talked to them at least I did.
And now she does to.
If only everyone else cared about the people who work hard to make the world work life would be much better.