What exactly makes some people think they can – no, think they are positively obliged to – smash their booze bottle to pieces once they’ve emptied it? Can’t they just (please!) toss it down on the ground and leave it in one piece?
Everywhere I walk in Queanbeyan I see broken glass. Footpath and nature strips alike are liberally sprinkled with tiny, glistening shards. One of my dogs cut her paw the other day, luckily not badly, but I have to keep my eyes on the ground all the time while I’m walking them in case it happens again. The showground’s full of it too, despite the generous number of garbage bins provided.
Is it time to ban glass bottles for alcohol, at least the cheaper variety that gets consumed by dropkicks in public places? (Not my Chardy, obviously.)