why i could never really be considered an environmentalist
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I have to laugh because whenever we get an assignment to do trail maintenance on some overgrown path through a generally neglected conservation area, almost invariably someone finds a discarded pair of drawz. Usually men's boxers. And I ask the same questions, namely:
- Was it a frantic quickie in the dark and somehow the shorts were lost in the shuffle to escape the rheumatic clutches of the geriatric conservation agents?
- Could he really just. not. make it. the last mile-and-a-half of the 3 mile loop and instead indulged in a full-blown fecal explosion, thus rendering his unmentionables ill-suited for hiking?
What ever the reason, there's no way I'm getting near those haggard, sodden manties and carrying them around with me all afternoon until I find a suitable site for disposal. Hogs.