Litter Road Rage

I’ve mentioned before about how much littering bothers me. Yesterday was another incident and the irony has never been more apparent. I was driving home from work on the Bronx River Parkway and Friday is usually a pretty slow commute. The guy in the car in front of me reached out and dropped his empty pack of cigarettes on the highway and get this…he was driving a Prius! I am amazed that someone can spend the extra bucks to buy the electric hybrid, but not care enough to find a trash can. So I honked my horn in vain to get his attention so he could catch a glimpse of disdain and disgust written all over my face. Of course he’s not going to be able to notice it in his rear view window, he would probably wonder why I was honking at him. I have all of these scenarios playing out in my head about jumping out of the car and cramming the pack in his mouth or some variation on that general theme. The thing that surprises me is how quickly I can get so mad over something so small. I just need to harness that righteous indignation and funnel it into areas that won’t put me on the six o’clock news.