Stop being a lout (Part II)
      Lots of us want what we want when we want it (the ones too impatient to wait their turns are a topic for another time), but many of us, our wants once met, feel no impulse to tidy up any leftovers. The drift of detritus at left, which includes discarded clothing, empty food wrappers and a torn-up Bible, is a puzzle for an urban archaeologist, and maybe for a psychiatrist as well.
   The bench is on the northeast corner of Dundas and Clarence streets. On the northwest and southeast corners are litter boxes, on the southwest a recycling station. Some social defective could not be bothered crossing the road to reach any of them.
   He is at one with the dolts who drop their drink cans or fast-food cartons wherever they happen to empty them — or, to be even more obnoxious, set them up ostentatiously in the exact centre of a flight of steps somewhere, or in the exact middle of an intersection (‘making a statement’). Someone else, they know, will clean up after them eventually. The rest of us will pay to have it done — the rest of us who object to having our city made a sty, and who object to the few behaving like pigs.