The other day I walked pa** a litter basket, and attached to it was a note, it seemed like a letter because at the top, it had in quotes, "If a Litter Basket Could Talk" I paused, then I thought, this sounds like something that needs to be read, so I did and it said, To whom it may concern, I'm having a horrible day, I usually don't trash talk, but I'm fed up and I really have something to say, I'm sick and tired of this relationship, its suppose to be give and take, but all you ever do is take and split, and even when you're two feet away you act like I don't exist, Let me ask you this, Do you have a heart? Or is it that you can't tell a basket and the ground apart? At night I cry myself to sleep because you make me look so foolish, Why do you put me through this? When you know I'm filled to the top, and still you drop something on my head, you make me feel so useless, I'm over worked, undervalued and unappreciated, How could a human being, be so abusive? Lately I have felt depressed and lonely a lot, I don't see a family member for at least 10 blocks, People misuse me, abuse me and accuse me of not, being good enough at my job, It hurts deep, when you drop trash at my feet, right on the concrete and continue down the street, you make me feel sooo cheap, and worthless, as if I have no purpose, If so, please tell your mayor and councilperson, who sponsors me, that either people act responsibly and start using me properly or I demand that he or she find another spot for me. Sincerely, Your neighborhood litter basket. P. S. "Don't Waste Our Planet"