So I’m walking my dog this morning and I notice that the nicely dressed guy walking in front of me stops and picks up litter as he’s going along and putting it in trash cans.
He wasn’t nuts about it. He didn’t pick up every little thing, only the kind of big things.
I always have a running commentary going on in my head while I’m walking Ray. Usually it’s criticism of my fellow New Yorkers,
“So you tried that dress on in the store and said “This looks good on me. I’ll take it”?’
“Clairol didn’t have a brassier color you could use?”
“No one told you that your ass crack belongs IN your pants?”
But this time it was different.
“What a nice thing to do. Not only doesn’t he litter but he cleans up after those that do.
I’m not surprised that he’s doing this. He’s wearing nice clean clothes and he seems like a gentleman”
Then we get to the corner.
He keeps trying to cross the street against the light and every time a car comes he looks at the driver in surprise puts his arms up in wonder and says
“Fuck you. Fuck you What the fuck are you doing you fucking cocksucker?” or a variation of that.
Because it’s rush hour the cars are moving slowly so one or two of the drivers give him the finger but say nothing.
Finally the light changes and he gets across the street shaking his head in irritation.
Then he continues on his way making NYC a prettier and cleaner place for us all.
This, my friends, is why I never want to live anywhere else.