Sometimes all we need is a nudge

Earlier today we stopped to check the car's tyre pressure with a road-side vulcanizer. As we slowed down, I noticed him tossing some garbage right in the middle of the road. “You don turn the road to your dustbin abi?” I said with a sarcastic smile. He mumbled some unclear response trying to explain his action away, while smiling back in a quiet admission of his wrong.

Five minutes later he was done inspecting and pumping the tyres that needed some air. We paid and just before we drove off, he appeared next to where I sat holding his trash in his hand—proudly confirming that he had gone back to pick it up. I didn’t ask him too.