Moment of Crazy

I did an interesting thing just now. Interesting to me, probably completely insane to the rest of the world.

I was sitting in my comfy chair next to the window, reading a book. Minding my own business. I happened to look up as a young gentleman was walking by my house. Minding his own business. Or at least he was, until he finished the hamburger he was eating, wadded up the wrapping, and then THREW IT IN MY YARD.

We live on a really busy street and we get tons of trash and litter in our front yard. It bugs us, but we try to keep it picked up and tidy. And then for this RANDOM GUY to THROW HIS LUNCH TRASH in MY YARD... needless to say, something had to be done.

So I jumped out of my chair and ran out the front door. Super, obscenely pregnant me running up the front walk - it must have been a terrifying sight. I yelled to him, "Sir?! I think you DROPPED SOMETHING." He turned around and looked at me as if I were holding a machine gun to his head (so what if I was?) and said, "Oh, erm... that isn't mine..."

"Oh, but it is. I watched you accidentally drop it in my yard just now."

At that point, I think he saw the belly and saw the crazy in my eyes and wisely said, "Oh, dear. Yes, that might be mine. Here. I'll take it and put it in the trash."

HA, Crazy Litterbug Dude! I WIN. KEEP OFF THE GRASS. AND TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN WHILE YOU'RE AT IT.