I park in the same lot every day. There’s a trash can handy for candy wrappers, but someone stuffed it with a bag of household trash. Most of it was on the ground. I sighed. I tried not to notice but, alas, there it was. Not everyone travels with the tools to pick up chicken bones and mushy paper plates. As it happens, I do. I went to work. I gave it a good ten minutes and the place looked halfway decent. I stowed my equipment and bought myself a newspaper. I felt I’d already done a good day’s work.