This one is for my fellow passengers, mostly.
The one on the left is a recycling box. The one on the right is a train. You probably actually already know that, unless you also spend a lot of time sitting in your green box on your doorstep, wondering why you’re not going anywhere. Yet somehow you continue to keep treating the trains as though they were somewhere to discard your paper waste. It’s not so much the abandoned newspapers, although it’s no longer really an act of altruism to leave your Metro or LondonLite for the next passengers seeing as they’ll have waded past several dozen ‘vendors’ to get to the train so if they really wanted one they probably would have one already. It’s everything else. This morning someone decided to leave half their diary pages on the seat I wanted to sit in. And not scandalous secret already written in diary pages, because that might have been interesting. No, just a bunch of blank filofax pages from 2006 that were no longer required. Gosh they must have weighed, ooh, grams. And taken up whole square centimetres of room in your bag. Can’t be lugging those around as far as a real recycling facility, can you? Nah, just leave them on the train. Someone else will pick them up. Why should you bother?