To all those living in and visiting the Rogers Park neigborhood of Chicago:
Could you please make an effort to not leave your damn chicken bones all over the place where my dog can find and start munching them during his morning walk? You know, most places you get chicken serve it to you in a box. That box not only holds the chicken, it can be used to hold the bones when you’re finished eating. Clearly, since I don’t often see the box around, you’ve grasped the concept that the box can be thrown out. (Or maybe you collect them as souveniers. Who knows?) But you may not know that the bones can be put in the box, too, and the whole thing thrown out together.
I mean, it’s bad enough trying to walk the dog when half the sidewalk is still covered in ice, but add to that trying to pull him back when he spies a chicken bone, or smells it under three inches of snow and ice, and, well, mornings aren’t all that much fun.