Butts, butts, butts everywhere. Look at this one, look at that one, and at that one.
People. Smokers, I do mean smokers.
Smokers. If you are lucky to get your hands on some butts, the least you can do is honor dem butts by properly dispensing with ’em butts when you are done with dem butts. I mean….
I’ll tell you what I mean.
Much like with your plastic caps, it is no one’s responsibility but yours to be cool and responsible and careful enough to smoke and properly dispose of the possibly San Francisco Bay-bound cigarette butt you’re left with after you’ve enjoyed your cancer stick. You bought the ciggie, now find a trash bin. (Needless to say, safely ensure the cigarette is out. There could be paper in that trash can. I don’t have to spell it all, do I.)
By the way, I understand dem butts are not made of cotton but of some rather thin plastic filaments or whatever…. (By the way, you know you’re not supposed to flush cotton balls down the toilet, right?)
Point is, as the press secretary of the San Public Utilities Commission, Will Reisman, said in an email, “What rolls down the street, can indeed end up in our sewer system along with rainwater.
“As part of our standard operations and maintenance efforts of the sewer system (efforts funded by ratepayers who use our water and wastewater service), crews inspect, clean (by vacuuming out debris using giant “vac-con” trucks), repair and replace aging sewer infrastructure on a daily basis.”
Sounds like a lot of people work really hard to keep our Bay and our water clean. A small army of people is employed to keep our streets clean. Why make it harder? Would you like it if they tossed their ciggie bs on your desk? Least you can do, smokers – or my fellow water drinker or candy eater or tissue user – is the bare minimum. It’ll help them succeed that much more at their jobs to keep our water, a precious gift from Earth, clean of yo’ skanky butts, smokers.
Remember the Golden Rule. #DoMore. Find a trash bin. There should be one nearby. This is a modern city, after all.