We decided if you played Highway Bingo on Minneapolis’s streets and highways, you couldn’t include discard items of any kind. There were none. I mean none. I told Andy, if we saw a piece of trash we’d have to pull over so I could photograph it, as it would be the only piece of trash existent on Minneapolis highways. It’s not that California highways are littered. They are actually pretty clean.
But you usually see the Sheriff’s Work Program crews out there in their orange jumpsuits. Or you see the orange plastic bags full of trash neatly stacked and waiting for pick up. In Minneapolis, there was no evidence whatsoever to indicate that there had EVER been any trash. This leads to only these conclusions:
1. All trash is magically picked up at night by invisible crews of Keebler Elves and hobbits.
2. There is no packaging in Minnesota, therefore no trash.
3. There is a force-field in Minnesota that automatically locks car windows in the closed position so they can’t be opened to dispose of trash.
I spent a couple of days in Minneapolis, with my children in tow, and we encountered lots of packaging. What’s more, the car windows were all working, despite my out-of-state plates. (You’d figure we, as interlopers, would be targeted by the force field.)
So I figure it’s the hobbits and elves. And this being summertime, the nights are short, so they have to work fast.