Do you ever wonder if someone is running a social experiment on you?
On my way to taking my partner to work the other day, I discovered, of all things, a plastic pot -- the kind you might, in a less inclement season, find an ivy growing in -- sitting on the last step in front of my house. I had a brief moment where I thought, "I could walk around this." But, I didn't. I picked up and threw it into the garbage bag I keep in the back of my car.
Today... there was a newspaper in the exact same spot.
Okay, who ever is out there, yes, I am compulsive about picking up what I perceive as garbage in front of my house.
Stop it all ready. You're making me crazy.