Trash Lesson

I'm back home from my trip, and Sunday night means I have to put out the trash. There is frequently a lot of miscellaneous trash in front of our house. I'm not exactly sure where it all comes from, but we live on a fairly busy street, and I guess that filthy, ill-mannered cretins toss things out of their cars while driving through the area, ending up in the gutter between parked cars, in the mulch beds on either side of our front steps, etc.

This evening I rolled the container out the the curb, then picked up a few items that were scattered nearby. One of them was a small plastic bottle that said "Sutter Home." I had no idea shitty wine came in nip-size.