Whenever I see litter in a parking lot, or along a sidewalk, or just about anywhere else, I pick it up. I hate litter – and I mean hate.
I've been on an ardent anti-litter campaign for about a year now. Sometimes I Google keywords like "litter" or "trash," just to see what comes up. The word "litter" brought back lot of material about kitty litter.
Recently I found a comment from a woman whose intolerance for litter resembles my own. "I can't understand," she wrote, "why people won't stop for fifteen minutes to clean up a littered area."
Well, I can understand why. It really slows down a good walk, or a good bike ride.
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That's why I came up with my strategy of picking up at least some litter every time I'm out walking. Usually I pick up a lot more. There's an expression that's relevant here – something about leaving a place nicer than the way you found it.
During my walks it's easy to fill a plastic bag with litter. The bags I take are standard grocery store shopping bags. When I fill one, I feel like I've met an obligation.
By the time I'd reached the halfway point of my walk today, the bag was full. I could pass by any further litter with a clean conscience. It would probably just fall back out, anyway.
Then I came across a discarded grocery store shopping bag. So I picked it up and used it for the balance of my walk.