Dear person driving the green sedan in front of me on the highway,
Tonight I was on my way to a sustainability event sponsored by the environmental non-profit associate board I serve on. I was driving along, listening to the radio, and minding my own business.
We were driving in the middle lane of the highway when your next action really stuck with me. You didn’t brake suddenly, or swerve into another lane endangering other drivers.
Instead, you rolled down your window and tossed some wrappers out onto the road, as if it were your own personal trash can. My jaw legitimately dropped and hung open for a good five minutes as a million questions ran through my mind.
How could you do that?
Why couldn’t you have just waited to where you were going to throw out those wrappers?
Who taught you that it was okay to litter?
What gives you the right to treat the Earth like that?
By the time all this had processed, I was fuming and glaring at your car. My initial reaction was to honk aggressively at you, but I knew that would not get my point across. I considered copying down your license plate and reporting you to the police for littering.
I am not naive to the fact that there is pretty much always trash along streets and highways. It is just not that often I see the littering actually happen right in front of me. It makes a difference.
Overall, I am disappointed you made such the decision to use our home as your waste basket (not that the highway is my home, but I hope you understand what I am getting at here).