London, ON, March 2008
I discovered this mess one night at London's otherwise pristine Via Rail station (photos). Aside from feeling rather sad that someone had been so callous with a community resource that normally makes us all quite proud, it made me think about the paths junk can often take as it makes its way out of our immediate lives. Normally, two things can happen when junk is in the process of being disposed:
- It goes quietly.
- It makes a mess along the way.
Your turn: Please tell us something about the doofus who left this here. And if you haven't shared your own junk-themed Thematic vision, head over here. I need the happy.