Your butt is nasty

I realize we all have our guilty pleasure and our bad habits. I know I do. But this post isn't about my downfalls. This is about the mother of all habits. This event took nasty to a whole new level for me!


I had to take my brother to Best Buy (that adventure is a post in itself!). On the way back I figured it would be a good idea to stop at the grocery store for some milk. We were out and needed it for dinner. I had a few other things to pick up as well. On my way from the car to the doors of the store I noticed a man. He was crouching on the ground next to the ashtray. I assumed he was tying his shoe or had dropped something. I also assumed he was smoking and that was why he was directly next to the ash tray.




Upon further inspection I realized I was wrong. He had pulled out the bottom of the ash tray where all the butts are collected. He was collecting them and putting them into his pocket!!

As I approached the door he noticed that I had lit up. I know, I know, but this is not about me, k?! He stood up and stared me down. Did he want a light? Was he embarrassed I busted him? Was he going to mug me over a pack of smokes? I didn't know, but he was creeping me the hell out!

I walked into the store and the man followed me (oh shit!). He proceeded to sit his butt down on one of the scooter carts and made his way towards the doors on the far side leading back outside. First he collects used butts, then he takes his butt on the scooter out of the store? What the hell?


When I was leaving the store, I found him again. He was sitting outside on the scooter cart smoking the butts he collected from the ashtray.

Ew. Just ew!