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To the man who wants to help the dude who is passed out and slunked over the seat. You are a saint for checking on him, making sure he’s okay, and alive. Yet you move away from him once he gets up as if he has a virus. Then when you’re at your new seat, there’s cardboard trash and a plastic cup on the ground, to which you kick the cup away from you because it is causing you a disturbance. I guess save humans, but who cares about garbage, litter, and the environment. Am I the saint for throwing the cup away? Or maybe that’s just the janitors job that is beneath you, right? Not your job, not your problem.
Right on. Makes sense.—Anonymous