A few years ago I nearly missed a train in Liverpool St
I'd had a sarnie, and wanted to put the wrapper in a bin. Unfortunately, this was after the country went friggin retarded over a statistically insignificant problem, and so there were no bins around. After going right from one end of the station to the other, I found a giant industrial bin. No, that's padlocked too. In the end I had to go back to the shop I'd bought the sandwich from to bin the bloody wrapper.

Having noticed the time, run back into the station and just made my train, I asked a member of staff what I was supposed to have done. He told me just to drop it next time, and then it would be picked up by a litter picker.

A few days later on the return trip, same problem. Found a litter picker and asked to put it in his bag. He told me that I had to drop it first, then he would pick it up. He wouldn't let me put it straight in his bag (I guess they have strict instructions).

I couldn't do it. Even with the guy there telling me to, it's just not something that I can bring myself to do. I ended up taking it on the train and finding a bin onboard.

So, this being the case, you can imagine how impressed I am when some twunt can't be arsed to take 5 seconds out of their packed schedule of thieving oxygen to walk a few feet to bin their crap.
( kappynitty doubled your entendre on, Wed 6 Apr 2011, 3:39, 1 reply)

Me too
I cannot bring myself to drop any litter.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Wed 6 Apr 2011, 10:33, closed)