I have to say that this subject may have been one of the original inspirations for my "30-Second R&R" posts. I believe myself to be a totally reasonable and tolerant person, maybe even a bit too tolerant at times, but this is one thing I just can not understand.
Why is it that perfectly respectable people who wouldn't think of littering think nothing of tossing a cigarette butt off in any random direction while walking or driving down the street? Why when I'm at the beach do I look around and see people using the sand as their own personal ashtray? What is it about cigarette butts that have allowed them to be overlooked as trash?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying "don't smoke", to each his own, right? I believe that every person has the right to choose what works for them, and some people smoke, so be it. I think you can do whatever you want as long as it doesn't interfere with my life and my happiness. If it does I might have to say something, and I have been known to speak my mind about this very subject to random butt-tossing strangers (as long as they didn't look like they could/would beat the tar out of me).
Chicago has a trash can on almost every single street corner of the downtown area. If you're anywhere downtown you could probably see at least a few trash cans within your general vicinity. A few very convenient and capable trash cans just waiting for your nasty, used up, stained and reeking butt.
I promised 30-seconds, so I'll stop...but not before posting a picture of a whole group of butt-tossers I saw at the beach while Martin (pictured, but blurred so as not to be associated with the tossers) and I were in Florida a couple of weeks ago.
Martin and I are back from Florida, and I'm having my first full day back in the studio...it feels great. I'm taking a little break right now because I keep laughing about a picture from our trip and I want to share it with you. It may be one of those "had to be there" moments, so if you don't find it as humorous as I do please excuse me.
If you don't know me, or haven't gathered from previous posts I grew up in Florida and that is where a great majority of my family still lives. A few years ago my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer...I'm happy to say that she survived her fight against cancer...I'm also happy to say that because of the ordeal I realized how important it is to cherish every precious moment you get to spend with your loved ones and to try to make time for more of them. In a way I feel lucky, some people aren't fortunate enough to get a warning.
I usually make it down to visit for at least a quick weekend every other month. Sometimes Martin makes the trip with me and for as long as I remember he's been hinting at a detour to visit Disney World.
Having grown up in Florida I think I hit my personal saturation point for Disney park visits after my 4th trip there. I don't remember going since Disney Grad Nite my senior year of high school. But Martin, having grown up in Illinois only remembered his first and last trip to Disney World when he was about five. This might help you to understand why he really needed to see it again.
Being the amazing wife that I am I put my personal inclinations aside and finally agreed that a visit to Orlando would be something I could handle, so we booked the trip and made our plans.
Upon arriving to Disney World we were making our way down a sidewalk near Cinderella's castle when a midwestern mom (Kansas to be exact) approached me with the, "you take our picture and we'll take yours" offer. Well, I wasn't looking for "that" picture, but it was obvious she wanted a family portrait with the castle in the background, so I figured, 'what the hell'.
I took a bit of time composing the picture, a vertical shot to be sure to get the whole family in plus the castle in the background...it was a beautiful shot, breathtaking in fact. They have GOT to use it for their Christmas card. Then I took another one just in case.
When I handed her our camera she grabbed it with one hand, clicked off a shot without much of a warning and didn't even instruct her husband and two kids to GET THE HECK OUT OF THE MOST PERFECT PICTURE SPOT. So, here we are, at the happiest place on earth with a cut off castle and some midwestern kid's head:
It's OK, I didn't really want this cheesy tourist shot anyway.