The Way of Rubbish

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Deep in preparation for walking the famed Pilgrim's Way over 800km from the French-Spanish border to Santiago de Compostela   next month.  But that is not important right now.
What is important is one of life's little mysteries that appeared on my hard three-hour, fully-laden forced march this morning.
Being a compulsive goody-two shoes, I nearly always pick up roadside rubbish on my Redland walks. I have gotten used to the sad fact that so many smokers take the time to crush empty packs before throwing them out of windows. Beer and mixed drink cans are usually uncrushed while energy drinks are quite often discarded half full.
Subway wrappers tend to be numerous but lonely McDonald's tend to be a whole family worth stuffed into a paperbag bursting in the next downpour. I usually score a shopping bag an hour.
Today the monotony was broken by some unused but discarded items. First. an expensive can of Asian beer, then only 20m further on a second, then, to complete, a full unopened pack of condoms. Write your own story.
 



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