Tired of highway litter

You are not going to get away with it. You are a litterbug, a noun, a person who throws his garbage, waste, his unwanted items onto the sides of a highway, in public places. That’s you, Mr. Litterbug. I’m so tired of picking up your garbage. I go outside to get the mail and you have struck again.

I do know a few things about you. You are inconsiderate, no respect for other people’s property. You’re single, you’re wasteful, and you don’t recycle. I know where you shop by the grocery bag your garbage is in and fallen out as you drive by and fling it out your window. You like Campbell’s Chunky Soup, Hormel Chili, hamburger, ice cream. You throw away so much food. One time it was a whole loaf of homemade bread never opened, a new bag of coleslaw mix never opened. I could go on.

I’m not the only person who gets your unwanted gift of garbage traveling the East Road to Carthage, or to Lowville; yes, the East Road, not litter lane. That would be a more appropriate name because of you. Wouldn’t our highways be an eyesore if there were more people like you? You will be caught, fined and maybe you will learn a lesson, the hard way.

Lou Derouin

Lowville