to be sick of all the nasty, dirty, trampy people in this place?

[MummikinsOopNorth]

In the place I live, I regularly people spitting on the floor, so much so, that it is sometimes difficult to avoid stepping in it in the bus station. It really makes me heave when I see some dirty bast*rd doing it.

Also, people throwing litter makes my blood boil. There's this woman who lives near my mother and I have seen her throw her crisp packets twice now and one time was just practically down the road from her house after she had finished eating from the packet, and another time she was in our village and there are bins every few metres down the high street we were on, and she threw the packet on the floor. Dirty cowbag.
I looked out of my window this morning and was really astounded at how littered the place actually was and felt sad. Why don't people want to look after the place in which they live? We have lovely flowerbeds done by the wonderful council, and chip packets, drinks cans and confectionary papers are scattered all around them.
It's so sad.

Eurgh. I aprehended a perp near my house (his dog had done a steaming turd). He told me he was going to wait for it to dry up and firm up before he bagged it. Grrrrrrr.

Horrible, I really don't like returning to the UK because of the rubbish, and chewing gum. When we lived in Nottingham, I nearly did get stabbed. Me, DH and a friend had walked to the nearest cashpoint which was next door to a hamburger/pizza place. DH was getting cash I was chatting to friend, someone sitting in a car threw a pizza box (so not small) out of the car window. I walked over and said this escaped and handed it to him. We had words for about a minute regarding the bin which was approx 5 metres away. In the end I took it to the bin, I looked round to find I was on my own, DH and his friend were hiding behind the bank. They'd seen the man in the back seat with a knife. I was really put out that they hadn't stopped to defend me TBH.

Kreecher- that's scary

Also, about the cans in hedge - when we were teenagers (in a very normal middle class area) the man who lived across the road from us was an alcoholic.

My brother and his mates used to go and steal the vodka bottles he hid in the hedge behind the post box.