As soon as the school bell rang, he could be seen rushing out of his classroom, pulling a stack of reusable grocery bags out of his backpack, and setting to work cleaning up all the garbage along the street.
He stepped dutifully out of the way of cars trying to park in the gutter, waving hello to the drivers before picking up the crushed beverage cups and crumpled hamburger wrappers from the shadows of the vehicles. He pulled toilet paper out of a tree (with help from a nearby newspaper dispenser) and carefully separated the recyclables into their own separate bags. Two hours later, he'd made it all the way down the street, just in time to watch a garbage truck bouncing through a rain gutter, stray bits of litter tumbling out of the back and all over the street again.
Junior's eyes glazed over as he read the familiar old logo on the side of the truck-- KING WASTE DISPOSAL AND RECYCLING.
"Just you wait, Papa. I'll make you proud someday!"
Down the street from the grade school
As soon as the school bell rang, he could be seen rushing out of his classroom, pulling a stack of reusable grocery bags out of his backpack, and setting to work cleaning up all the garbage along the street.
He stepped dutifully out of the way of cars trying to park in the gutter, waving hello to the drivers before picking up the crushed beverage cups and crumpled hamburger wrappers from the shadows of the vehicles. He pulled toilet paper out of a tree (with help from a nearby newspaper dispenser) and carefully separated the recyclables into their own separate bags. Two hours later, he'd made it all the way down the street, just in time to watch a garbage truck bouncing through a rain gutter, stray bits of litter tumbling out of the back and all over the street again.
Junior's eyes glazed over as he read the familiar old logo on the side of the truck-- KING WASTE DISPOSAL AND RECYCLING.
"Just you wait, Papa. I'll make you proud someday!"
Then he went back to picking up trash.