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함정에 빠진 경찰관. The police officer caught in a trap.
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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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