Yesterday as I was looking out a front window, a pickup pulled up at the intersection of the roads in front of the house. The driver stopped, opened his driver's door, emptied some liquid from 2 styrofoam cups, and threw the cups with their lids and straws on the ground. Boy did that p*ss me off.

I waited and waited, glancing up to look out of my office window every time I heard a truck coming back toward the intersection--then I was gonna nail that guy and asked where he lived--then I was gonna say thanks, now I know where to go to dump some trash in front of your house. Or really I would've liked to be waiting when he pulled up to that intersection again and say I'm not your Momma. Get your a*s out and pick up this trash you left. I waited and waited but he never came back, so I wound up going out and picking it up myself.

Every day I have to drive along the road in front of my place and pick up stuff people have thrown out of their vehicles. Some days there's nothing, but usually there's a beer can, or an empty cigarette pack or hamburger wrappers. If there ants on the trash, I seal it up in a plastic bag and take it to the BP trashcan and dump it in. Using BP as my trash dump does give me a feeling of satisfaction now.

You have to be a trashy person to casually throw your garbage out of your vehicle window. Old folks would say "You ain't had no raisin' (raising)" Or "You musta been raised in a barn." I see it as disrespect--you don't give a toot that other people have to look at your trash. MDOT tries to keep Highway 98 toward Lucedale cleaned up--they'll get all the trash picked up, and by the next day you'll see stuff thrown out in the medians again. I'm ashamed of you, Mississippi.

susil