I saw you, pedaling through the neighborhood—my neighborhood—in your light blue denim jacket, the basket of your bicycle filled with various colors of Rust-Oleum. You circled back to spray the side of a light pole, which I found strange, but as I continued my walk to the office it all came into focus as the smell of fresh paint filled the air. A one-man graffiti clean-up squad. I know your heart is in the right place, and the scribbled tags you were covering up certainly don’t add much curb appeal to the block, but considering the overwhelming amount of garbage blowing around these parts, maybe next time you can be a one-man litter-abatement brigade instead?
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to iSaw[email protected], or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
