The streets where I live are considerate.
For one thing, they make it very, very hard to lose your way.
But if you should, don’t panic. There are places to take shelter.
Or stop for a drink.
Some with a view.
[Choices are chilled or unchilled; puddled or bottled…]
Big plus: there’s never a shortage of drinking vessels.
And please use a napkin. [No need to be uncivilized.]
There’s reading material.
Complimentary coat check and/or coat.
And excellent company.
Thank you, streets…
Matilda Magtree 
Yup. It knots my shorts, too. So much is from high winds blowing lightweight paper out of the lidless blue bins. Whose idea was it to think the blue bins didn’t need lids. Don’t get me started on the people who deliberately toss stuff on the curb.
Oh I like that expression. Worth every bit of litter just to hear it…
Love this!
Thanks! (:
Nice work!
Why thank you!
Wonder what other ‘treasures’ will be revealed as the snow starts melting. Cheeky Chick are you! Love it.
(: