I got a lot of heat when I posted my candid thoughts on the person who digs through my trash last week. Today, I almost had a literal run in with one of trashmonger’s friends. I’m sure you have all seen the shopping carts packed full with bags of recyclables.
I was sitting in my car, patiently waiting (and thinking of my trashmonger post) to let shopping cart recycler go by, when it started veering straight into my car. I gave him a small little toot on the horn, to let whomever was “driving” know s/he was about to run into my car, but the shopping cart didn’t stop. I couldn’t see the “driver” because the shopping cart had stuffed black garbage bags piled and strapped to all sides.
I wanted to give the person enough time to correct the direction error, but the cart was not stopping nor changing direction. So I laid on the horn and apparently that was enough to stop the impact. The guy was nice and apologetic enough, but still…. what if I hadn’t been there and my car had been smashed into? (I can here it in the comments now, how lucky I would have been to have the impact buffered by the recyclables…)