My parents are taking care of my brother's dog for a while like they did last year, and my mom has been taking a trashbag with her to pick up trash while she walks her.
She told me the other day on the phone that some of the far backtrails in the park near their house haven't gotten any more litter at all since she cleaned them up last year.
"That's great!", I was like. "That's something you never hear about, the positive side of the rural heroin epidemic: people can't make it out of the house anymore to go drink in the woods and leave their beercans there!"
"[My name]," my mom was like, "You are certainly a glass-is-half-full type of person!".
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