In the last few weeks, every time I leave my bike (Sebastina) parked somewhere, people leave rubbish in her adorable wicker basket. Yesterday I reclaimed her after work to discover that people had deposited: a face protection mask of the sort that people wear while spray-painting, a pair of work gloves, an empty water bottle, an empty can of Red Bull, and a half-eaten bag of Hula Hoops (for non-British readers, that’s a particularly offensive sort of salty snack food).
There was a trash can three feet away.
