Garbage Strike

The garbage strike has turned Toronto into a shithole. I’m not under any delusion that it was a pristine city before this, but I could at least walk down Yonge St. without tripping over bags of garbage that people have left at the bins. I don’t expect people to do otherwise, I mean, what’s the city done to stop this? Saran wrap the holes? Ha! Cops can’t stop people either, because there’s too many garbage bins to keep track of. Not that cops would probably spare the manpower to police this anyway, it’s stupid, there’s more important things to look after.

I know what I’m saying is superficial, but, the city looks like shit. It bothers me when the streets I’m walking on suddenly turn into a mini-dump site wherever a garbage bin is placed. It’s such an eyesore. See, if garbage was strewn around the city, I’d be fine with it, because while it’s disgustingly dirty, it’s not necessarily drawing attention to any specific part. It’s uniform. You want things to seem as if they belong there. A pile of garbage on a relatively clean street is too much of a contrast; it ruins whatever street it’s on. It’s like the hair on a hot girl’s arms, she’s perfect until you look down and you wonder just where the hell it came from and why haven’t they got rid of it yet.

Fuck this garbage strike.