It was in the middle of the corridor as I came in to work. My hands were full and it looked grody so I left it there.
Second time I saw it I had coffee and bagel in my hands and let it lie.
Third time I was on my way to a meeting.
Fourth time, it still looked grody, all crumpled and kind of stained and I was headed for the stairs, no trashcans there.
Fifth time, I had come back up cause I forgot my car keys, which I need to get my gym bag, and it was still there, brushed off to the side, three and a half full hours since I first saw it.
Who sees a crumpled piece of paper on the floor and just leaves it there? What a bunch of slobs. Finally *I* had to pick it up and take it to a trash can. Sheesh.
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My little girl always wants to pick up litter and I'll never let her, because I'm scared of germs and disease and whatnot (though sometimes I do it for her, because the anthrax powder can't hurt ME). So, like, I'm raising one of these people.
See a penny, pick it up. All day long you'll have good luck. But if the penny's facing down, leave the penny on the ground.
Word.
I know those people!
An empty soda can stayed in the sink in the kitchen at work for a day.
I finally couldn't stand it any longer so I threw it away.
I had the same experience with part of a lung once. Glad I don't work THERE anymore.
No one mentioned I left it there four times.
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