One of our drivers at work was infuriated by the driver in the traffic infront throwing the McDonalds junk out his window, he jumped out the cab walked up to the car picking up all the cartons and threw them back into the persons car through their drivers window with a verbal dialogue about taking them home and putting them into their own bin.

I like that. However, I'd have reservations about approaching the perpetrator after an experience of a few years ago.

At the time we lived in a house which was cheek by jowl with a number of shops, including a takeaway. People had a habit of turning up in their cars, buying a meal, eating it in the car then chucking the rubbish in the gutter. Most of this garbage ended up swirling about outside our front door due to a quirk of the prevailing wind.

One day I happened to be looking out of the window and lo and behold: two people in a car, parked across the road, eating a takeaway. Next thing sure enough, door was opened a crack and out drops the rubbish, into the road. I sprang into action, out of the door and across the road and tapped on the window. Out stepped Bluto's doppelganger, but six inches taller than the original and even more angry looking. "Whaddya want?" he growled. Quick as a flash I blubbed "Don't I know you from somewhere?" "No you don't", he seethed, got back into the car and off they went, leaving me to pick up the rubbish.

My cowardice was not only encouraged by his gargantuan height and bulk but probably based on logic. On that particular day I'd have struggled to flee for my life, because at the time I was dragging a badly sprained ankle sustained whilst playing soccer. So no more such confrontations for me.

Edited by argybargy on 02/08/2017 at 16:48

One of our drivers at work was infuriated by the driver in the traffic infront throwing the McDonalds junk out his window, he jumped out the cab walked up to the car picking up all the cartons and threw them back into the persons car through their drivers window with a verbal dialogue about taking them home and putting them into their own bin.

A few years ago i had an interesting, though possibly risky confrontation like that.

We live ar the end of a short cul de sac where mostly older people live, all bungalows, few people come down here, one day a car with 4 young people in it pulled up outside our neighbour's house, the driver and the front seat passenger got out and put two 500ml bottles of oil in the engine but dropped the empties on the path outside my neighbour's house.

I hoped they would pick them up, but got back into the car and the engine started up, they were just about to reverse off when i called out to the driver, who stopped, i walked calmly up, picked up the empty bottles and handed them to the driver, explaining they were nice people lived in that bungalow and it wasn't nice leaving rubbish for them, i was quite polite.

I should add at this point, the driver was of Indian or Pakistani heritage and seemed mortified that i'd had to speak to him, he apologised genuinely, the others in the car were white lads who muttered unintelligible remarks which don't need repeating here, but none of them made to get out and sort me out.

It was as plain as the nose on my ugly mug that the driver was a decent well brought up young man who for some reason had got himself friends that were not cut from the same cloth, i would like to have said as much to that young man in retrospect and i hope he thought about that exchange later and made changes to his life.

Anyway they drove off and as the car went round the corner the passenger window came open and the front seat passenger threw the bottles out on the ground, so i still had to go and pick them and put them in the bin.

Sometimes you have to do and say things that need doing and saying.