We don't like litterbugs!

My husband's done lost his doggone mind.

He hates litterbugs. HATES.

So we go to Sam's Club so I can reload on hummus and such, and since it was a quick trip, the kids and Chris stayed in the car.

I get back to the car and see Chris with one leg out of the door.

"What are you doing?"

"It's hot in here... Hold on..."

He then gets out of the car, walks to the car parked in front of us, picks up a bag of trash from the parking lot, OPENS THEIR CAR DOOR, and throws the bag of trash under the driver's seat.

He calmly (but quickly, haha) walks back to the car and says, "GO!"


I wanted to laugh, but was a little scared. He explains that the THUGGIEST, most careless car full of people nonchalantly tossed their Wendy's bag out of their window and onto the parking lot (keeping in mind that you walk past a garbage can when walking into Sam's). I wonder if he realizes how quickly he could've been either pistol-whipped or shot had they seen him. *shakes head*

He didn't like it, so he put it BACK into their car, under her seat.


HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Risky, but very, very cool. I love my husband!