My parents, and their friends. I still remember being mortified the first time I went to a movie with my new friends in collage. I got up to leave and left all my junk in the seat as usual. They were like “hey dude, what are you doing? Pick up your shit.” I looked around and noticed I was the only one not taking my trash. I felt like such a loser. I picked it up immediately. But I still cringe thinking about how many people were probably judging my whole family as we walked a way from our mess at the end of each movie when I was little. A few people have tried to tell me that was just how it was done back then, and there were not garbage cans available on the way out. But I think that is probably not true.
The cigarette butt thing is even weirder to me. I don’t smoke, but my mom still does. She is a super pro nature, pro environment person, but she throws cigarette butts everywhere she goes. She insists its not litter, though she would never litter anything else.
Scruffy’s gonna die the way he lived.