Road Rage

I don't need to be driving to experience road rage.  Today I got it just walking.  In the mile or so stretch of Mississippi country road I walked today, I saw empty soda cans, cigarette packs, candy wrappers, chip bags, milk jugs, all kinds of unidentifiable styrofoam, plastic, and metal, a bungee cord, the top of a cooler, an empty deer feed bag, some pvc pipe, countless beer bottles, baby food jars, and, strangely, a TV antenna stuck in the ground next to a plastic chair and an old iron stove.

If you're the guy who throws beer bottles out your window, I guess that makes sense.  You're drinking and driving, and when you get pulled over, there won't be any evidence in your car and, of course, the police officer will never notice that you're acting like a total dick-wad.

If the plastic littering my walking route can be recycled for plastic surgery, there's enough of it for every woman in Kemper County to get a boob job.  That stuff does not break down, people!  It will still be on the side of the road next month, next week, next year, and probably 100 years from now.  Granted, it's all junk.  The morons who throw crap out their car window didn't want it and will never want it.  I'm pretty sure no one will be collecting styrofoam Sonic cups for their sentimental value anytime soon.

I'm particularly peeved at the baby food jars.  Might as well teach them young how to properly dispose of garbage.  "Look, son, you just throw it out the car window.  Isn't that clever?"

As for the TV antenna, chair, and stove.  I suppose that could be somebody's deer blind.  That would also explain the deer feed bag.  After all, this IS Mississippi.