Garbage Picker

Today was garbage day. It was also a very windy day. You know what that means; garbage all over the neighborhood. As we stood at the bus stop this morning, my environmentally-conscious son picked up a wayward cheese package that had some moldy cheese inside. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked. "Throw it in the garbage," he replied. Then the bus pulled up. "Here Mom," he said passing the disgusting package to me. "You throw it away." Thanks a lot kid.