So, I was waiting at the bus station the other day and this older woman unwraps a Werther’s Original Caramel (how perfect) and throws the wrapper on the ground. I look at her, she looks at me. I look at the wrapper on the ground, turn my head, and look at the trash can behind her. I look back at the woman, who is still staring at me, and then I glance back down at the wrapper. I think she got the point, but being as old as she was, I still had to pick up the wrapper and throw it out. [more]