Such is what one of my roommate’s told me while giving me a ride home as I held the apple core between my thumb and forefinger.
“I know,” I said but still refused to throw it out the window. That’s littering! Biodegradable or not, throwing things out car windows is littering, or so my American brain has been programmed to believe.
I clutched the apple core between my thumb and forefinger, nibbling at the remnants until just seeds were left.
“Toss it!” She rolled down the window.
I did.
Right to the curb, in front of the cars behind us and the cars on the other side. The core bounced along the edge before resting, blending with gravel and dirt.
No sirens. No honks.
We drove on home, unencumbered and free of a sticky apple core between my thumb and forefinger.