I was out gallivanting around Paso Robles, California. I had just stopped in an awesome bike shop called Best Bike Zone and was on my way home for supper.
I approached the stop sign on two wheels while a fella’ on four wheels hung out in the intersection. I pan for traffic. “…Coast is clear, you can turn now, fella…”
Well, the fella was still hanging out. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally turned left…and as he does, he tosses an empty 12-pack of Budweiser out the passenger window and into the middle of the intersection.
“What the $^*%*@#?!”
I did a double take…Grrr!
“I gotcha’ back, Mother Earth!”
I scooted out into the intersection, scooped up the litter and raced after him with vengeance.
Glory be to me when I handed the empty box back to him through his passenger window at the next stop sign.
I wanted to chastise him like a mean nun in Catholic school, but alas, he lost me as he broke yet another traffic law and ran the stop sign to turn down a 45mph road.
He should be glad I was heading home for dinner or I would’ve followed his sorry ass all the way to his house.
Dear Budweiser littering bandit, may karma be with you.