today we have ADSL
Sep. 30th, 2003 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrsbrownIt's all plugged in and our connection to the net is faster - can you tell?
I'm still dragging myself to work although I think I perked up a bit this arvo so I stayed until 5.15 - what an improvement!
Today while walking back to work after lunch I saw someone throw a plastic spoon out of his car. I stopped and, putting on my most polite voice, said "I don't care about you shooting up in your car, or whatever you're doing, but can you please clean up your mess. " The guy got out of his car and started walking not quite towards me. He picked up the syringe I hadn't seen and then complained that a car had run over the spoon so he couldn't pick it up. Again with the mum/teacher/very polite voice I told him he could pick up the biggest pieces. He swore and threatened me under his breath while he picked the pieces up and I thanked him very politely and walked away. Keeping an eye on exactly where he was and what he was doing until I was sure he was gone.
It was interesting to challenge a junkie about their mess. I've promised myself for a while that I would next time I saw it.
When I was a teenager I used to ask people on trains to put out their cigarettes. This was pretty similar, although I guess there are more people to back you up on trains. Interestingly, people on trains usually kept silent and didn't back me up while I made a fuss about disgusting cigarette smoke. They would sometimes thank me afterwards though. Perhaps it's more accurate to say that at least on a train, if you got hurt, there would be people to call for help.
Life at home this evening was much quieter than last night. I think it was the post-Michael effect.
I'm still dragging myself to work although I think I perked up a bit this arvo so I stayed until 5.15 - what an improvement!
Today while walking back to work after lunch I saw someone throw a plastic spoon out of his car. I stopped and, putting on my most polite voice, said "I don't care about you shooting up in your car, or whatever you're doing, but can you please clean up your mess. " The guy got out of his car and started walking not quite towards me. He picked up the syringe I hadn't seen and then complained that a car had run over the spoon so he couldn't pick it up. Again with the mum/teacher/very polite voice I told him he could pick up the biggest pieces. He swore and threatened me under his breath while he picked the pieces up and I thanked him very politely and walked away. Keeping an eye on exactly where he was and what he was doing until I was sure he was gone.
It was interesting to challenge a junkie about their mess. I've promised myself for a while that I would next time I saw it.
When I was a teenager I used to ask people on trains to put out their cigarettes. This was pretty similar, although I guess there are more people to back you up on trains. Interestingly, people on trains usually kept silent and didn't back me up while I made a fuss about disgusting cigarette smoke. They would sometimes thank me afterwards though. Perhaps it's more accurate to say that at least on a train, if you got hurt, there would be people to call for help.
Life at home this evening was much quieter than last night. I think it was the post-Michael effect.
