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

Bad Things Happen to Bad People How many times progress to you just finished washing your car and, while you are madcap down the highway altogether you hear is PLOP followed by juicy, blank feces splattered on your windshield. Or how furious does one drive when a pile of run FooFoos dog crap that your dwell neglected to pick up a couple of hours ago encompasses your dress and Levis jeans, while mowing the front yard. I know that I get exchangeable royalty upset when I see bird bombs on my car later on I just finished washing it a few hours ago, or when I step in a fresh pile of Miss FooFoos poo poo But who ever puts themselves in the animals allude of view? Who ever thinks about the fact that we are paving everywhere all the land and cutting 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 take aim stopped and yelled at flock who are driving in my car when they are about to throw things out of the window. I get intot hate, because that is an extremely powerful word, but I do turn down the fact that people dont have a chore with throwing their garbage wheresoever they please. Just because you finished eating your triple quarter-pounder with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles and duplicate mayonnaise thirty seconds ago from whatever atherosclerosis causing poop pit, doesnt mean you can take your filthy napkin and typography bag and toss it out the window like your John Elway It seems like the majority of humankind either does not care or does not realize that the trash is either going to sit there on the side of the road or is going to be picked up by some nature nurturing chump like myself. It is absolutely horrible that people litter the land with Styrofoam cups, plastic glasses, and beer bottles that would take centuries to degrade. Mothers and fathers are forever talk of the town about how they want their childr en to have it better than they did, and how they want to give their children everything inwardly their power. But yet these ignorant individuals continuously dispose of their trash wherever and whenever they want. By the time my children are of age to realize how absolutely prankish the world is where mankind has placed his disease ridden feet upon the soil, it will be excessively late.