Frustration

I load the groceries neatly into the front seat. Return the shopping cart (Because I always return them) to the store. Fasten my seat belt, hands at 10 and 2, and start my 30 second drive home. side note: I'm not always this lazy to drive to the grocery store...I do realize that it is less than a football field away, but today I was getting 2 gallons of milk, eggs, veggies and a few other things that would've cut off my circulation to my arms had I loaded them full of the bags of groceries. Anyways, I pull out of the parking lot, switch lanes, turn blinker on to turn into my driveway when something catches my eye. I press on the brake and come to a complete stop; yes, I did this on the busy road that I live on and required cars to swerve around me while I just sat in awe staring.

My front yard was covered in beer cans, a target bag, newspaper, fast food wrappers and who knows what else. My eyes started to moisten, then a tear emerged in the corner. I had to fight hard because once one comes then it's like a signal to start a river flow. I quickly turned my disappointment into anger. That seemed to work at getting rid of the tears. The nerve of some people. Why dispose of their trash on my front yard? Now, I understand that my yard is no prize winning landscape, but still. Come on.

This isn't the first time this has happened either. We find things such as the above to shopping carts (and not the ones from the grocery store right across the street) to ripped clothing always in the front of our house. But today, it was seriously scattered all over. Ugh, some people just really annoy me. And I suppose that's what we get for living on such a busy road and not in the best neighborhoods I'm not gonna refer to it as the ghetto like my neighbor, but there are quite a few people who live on this road that are ghetto, I don't know if it is people who live around here or just passerby's that toss a bag of trash out the window, which really would surprise me because of the high amount of traffic, anyways I guess it doesn't matter....I just hate it because I'm sure many of you drive pass my house quite often and it's just embarrassing.