The volunteer effort to sweep the transit center resulted in five bags full of cigarette butts. It took 10 people an hour and thirty minutes to collect such a quantity of butts.
A passenger friend, a real God-send, worked as two men. We all got a laugh out of the tool I fashioned to scrape the seams between the concrete slabs. It was a rake handle with a screw protruding from the end and was affectionately named “the butt cracker."
We left feeling tired but accomplished. We departed wondering how smoking in a public space can still be allowed?
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