I used to live in a pretty run-down part of town. Lots of broken glass (and the very occasional whole beer bottle). I always carried a canvas bag and cleaned along the path between my apartment and the nice park that was a few blocks away, just past the rose gardens. I figured that if I had a nickle for every piece of glass I picked up, I’d be able to retire from my regular job…
I used to live in a pretty run-down part of town. Lots of broken glass (and the very occasional whole beer bottle). I always carried a canvas bag and cleaned along the path between my apartment and the nice park that was a few blocks away, just past the rose gardens. I figured that if I had a nickle for every piece of glass I picked up, I’d be able to retire from my regular job…