Bits Of Babbling

Things That Irk Me: Part I

This morning went according to my normal routine. I woke up, talked to Meags, showered, got in my truck and drove to the university for my 9:00 AM class. What I wasn't expecting when turning intot he parking lot was the *thunk* *clunk* sounds which eminated from the bed of my truck as I went over the slight hump and down the small hill into the bowels of the parking lot. Furthermore, I was suprised to find the source of the noise when I got out of the truck, a glass bottle and an empty bag proudly proclaiming itself to have originated from Krispy Creme Doughnuts. Not only was it suprising to find trash I hadn't thrown in there - but I didn't even know there was a Krispy Creme around here. I'm not a fan of Krispy Creme, but it was still news to me nonetheless. However, Krispy Creme's existance isn't my concern so much as their sloppy patron.

For non-truck owners who don't yet understand the annoyance of somebody else using your truck bed as a trash recepticle, I submit to you the following analogy: Imagine a stranger walks into your house, uses your sink as a toilet, and leaves without a trace. In both cases you have a stranger using your property for something it wasn't intended for, without your permission, and leaving you to clean up their crap.

Granted, my problem isn't as disgusting a mess, but the principals are the same. My truck isn't a trash can, I don't treat it as such and neither should inconsiderate strangers who are too lazy to throw their debris away. To make matters worse, my truck was parked in my apartment lot all weekend, roughly 10 steps from a giant garbage recepticle. So not only did they use the sink as a toilet in my analogy, it was the bathroom sink. That leaves the realm of just being lazy, inconsiderate, and rude and marches straight into the realm of being spiteful!

Thankfully it doesn't happen too often (Though it happened just a week or two ago) but whenever it does happen, I always get pertrubed at how considerate it is of them to force a stranger to throw away their junk. So I implore you, the reader, think twice before throwing trash into a nice, clean, empty bed of a random stranger's truck. It could mean one less blog you have to read.