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hypnotized cop

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"I control you.."

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my new boss is hot

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Oh Davin

that beautiful hiney

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Letting the feet breathe after a few hours of picking up trash

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Today’s hi viz was full yellow - polo, jumper, trousers and steel-capped shoes.

This time I went litter picking in front of the town’s train station, so hundreds of people were walking or driving by.

People were looking at me. They knew I was there, cos they had to walk around me on the pavement. But they didn’t acknowledge me. They never made eye contact.

I was bright yellow. And reflective. But people pretended not to see me.

The older people looked at me as though I was some miscreant.

The middle aged ones looked at me as though I’d flunked school and this was the only job I could do.

The younger people looked at me as though I was doing community service for some criminal deed I’d done.

But overall, there was a real humiliation to picking up litter outside a local train station on a rainy Monday, in hi viz gear you couldn’t hide under a coat or jacket.

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Best fit workie I’ve ever seen

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Today’s orange uniform for a bit of litter picking on the commercial estate.

I was litter picking besides a main road, so literally hundreds of people would have seen me. But nobody would bat an eyelid at a street cleaner who’s dressed the part 🦺

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I’ve recently taken up litter picking as a part time hobby. It’s an excuse to wear full hi viz and be in public.

I feel like people are looking down at me when they walk past me in full yellow or orange, as though being a street cleaner I’m beneath them… and I kinda like that?

Plus it’s therapeutic and addictive.