Dandruff Divas

You see them all the time. Maybe made up for the evening. Dressed up, hair teased into some fabulous creation. Or maybe in day gear, still sprayed on tight. Either way wearing attitude like a shield as they strut up the street.

It’s not just the girls, or the young. It could be the boys trying to look mean to impress the girls. Or a middle aged bloke. Slightly paunchy. Looking like a used car salesman and acting like he’s the biggest businessman in the world as he talks on his mobile. Or a couple in a car who probably don’t know what a pavement is.

Whoever it is as they move up the street big white flakes fall from them like dirty snow. They walk, drive or strut along, ignoring the world around them, acting like they are the only thing of importance. All the time casually moulting. Not all the flakes are white. They could be grey, brown, green, red or blue. Small or huge. I’m not, of course, talking about actual dandruff. I’m talking about litter.

They don’t even bother to look around for a bin. There could be one within inches, they wouldn’t know or care. They think whatever they are doing is important. And being important people someone will clear up after them. If they didn’t drop litter, someone would be out of a job wouldn’t they?

Never mind it looks a mess. Never mind it’s a hazard to animals. Never mind the plastic could blow out to sea. Never mind that sharp glass and metal could cut a car’s tyres or a child. Never mind that the council could be letting that street cleaner go and using the money to employ someone on a more constructive job. Someone else will deal with it.

I doubt they’d care if someone told them off for it. So I just laugh at them. It really does look like giant dandruff. No matter how much they’ve teased their hair or how many big deals are going through their phones, it’s not a flattering look to be shedding flakes.

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