A little too dedicated

Last week I parked my bike on 18th street on one of the bastardized parking meter poles; the ones with the bar left at the top so bikes don't get lifted off of them...

Apparently, the holes were the parking meters were attached have become miniature trash cans, or compost bins.

I was quite tempted to *remove* this teabag from the pole I was locked to, you know, for my teabag art.

But I decided against it. Too gross. A new rule: only when I know where they came from will I use someone else's spent teabag.


Later that day, I saw another spent teabag in the middle of the street. What is the world coming to??