Spwing has Spwung

I have the privilege of living in a house with a bus stop on the front lawn. It’s a mixed blessing: Neither I nor my wonderfully gifted children (my trophy femme “doesn’t do” buses) have to travel far to catch a ride with OC Hellspo; on the other hand, we get to see countless others using our property as a garbage bin.

So as part of the spring ritual, which includes watching the dog turd layers reveal themselves as the snow melts (we like to calculate the date the dogs pooped on the lawn – kind of like counting the rings of a tree trunk!), we get to see what our fellow citizens have so generously left for us to pick up.

This morning I found two pop cans, two empty beer bottles, a bunch of tags from different articles of stolen clothing, and various wrappers from chips, chocolate bars etc. These items were left all over our lawn by poor misunderstood yoots. Who are the victims here? They are! If we had more government-funded social programs and mandatory daycare for everyone then all yoots would be well mannered and wouldn’t litter.

Jack Layton and Olivia Newton Chow for PM and first lassie (respectively)!!