I was walking behind a guy in Fish Creek a week ago - who throws his lit butt into the grass as he's walking.
I stood there checking to see if a fire was starting and considering if I should catch up to the guy and blow my stack. I didn't, I just stood there until the impotent rage subsided -for the same reason as the OP - there was no way the guy would apologize and go pick it up. But my gears were grinding.
A gigantic grass field. In a national park. At midday of the hottest day of the year.
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