Personal Narrative - Bad Things Happen to Bad People :: Personal Narratives

large(p) Things Happen to Bad People How many times get under ones skin you just ruined slipstream your motorcar and, while you are driving down the highway only you hear is PLOP followed by juicy, white feces splattered on your windshield. Or how furious does one get when a pile of cut down FooFoos dog crap that your neighbor neglected to pick up a couple of hours ago encompasses your shirt and Levis jeans, while mowing the front yard. I know that I get royally upset when I satisfy bird bombs on my car after I just finished washing it a few hours ago, or when I step in a fresh pile of Miss FooFoos poo poo But who eer puts themselves in the animals point of view? Who ever thinks astir(predicate) the fact that we are paving over all the land and slap-up down all the trees that provide oxygen for our lungs and homes for the aviators? Let me tell you what, if I was a bird, I would crap all over your shiny car Many times I have stopped and yelled at people who are drivin g in my car when they are ab give away to throw things out of the window. I wear outt hate, because that is an extremely reigning word, but I do despise the fact that people dont have a problem with throwing their garbage wherever they please. mediocre because you finished eating your triple quarter-pounder with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles and extra mayonnaise thirty seconds ago from whatever atherosclerosis causing grease pit, doesnt mean you tin take your filthy napkin and paper bag and toss it out the window like your John Elway It seems like the majority of humankind both does not care or does not realize that the trash is any going to sit there on the side of the road or is going to be picked up by some nature nurturing seagull like myself. It is absolutely horrible that people litter the land with Styrofoam cups, elastic glasses, and beer bottles that would take centuries to degrade. Mothers and fathers are forever talking about how they want their children to have it better than they did, and how they want to give their children everything within their power. But yet these unlettered individuals continuously dispose of their trash wherever and whenever they want. By the time my children are of age to realize how absolutely disgusting the world is where mankind has put his disease ridden feet upon the soil, it will be too late.