Jackass driving through the neighborhood about 11:30 this morning stops to copy a number off the "for lease" sign next door(apparently). While he's there, he decides to unload his bag of fast food garbage in the middle of the street. Wife and I are not quite dressed, and just take down his vehicle description and plate.
Wife is MAJORLY pissed (we are both proud and defensive of our neighborhood) and so am I. We call 311 code enforcement. She gets in her car to see if she can find him, and finds his Forerunner parked at the Luby's (cafeteria) at the edge of our neighborhood.
She comes back, tells me, and I dress (stomping boots), grab my mattock handle and his garbage, and proceed to the Luby's, where I park behind him. He doesn't come out of the restaurant after about 15 minutes, so I go in to find him, garbage (and not handle) in hand.
All we could tell about the perp through the back of his vehicle glass was that he seemed to be a youngish not fat male. I scanned the patrons at the Luby's, and it is a sea of blue and gray hair. No way is that guy eating there. So I decide he's in the kitchen. I ask the manager, and he doesn't know who drives the vehicle, and mostly seems interested in me leaving.
Meanwhile, the popo (City Marshalls) come to the house, and Anne sends them down to me, as I am writing a note in English and Spanish to stick to the guy's car. They run the plate - ah, it's Jose Morales, born 1990. They tell me that I can go home, and go inside to give the guy a ticket.
They stop back by the house later, and I can tell they have enjoyed themselves. Apparently the guy was irate and desperate, and had no idea why anyone would care about littering. He said he'd go to court to avoid paying, and the cop said he was going to be there anyway. Jose tells the cop that he'll re-schedule (apparently court isn't new to him) and the cop says that's fine, he'll be there again.
The cop says that if he goes into court with that attitude, he'll get the high end of the max fine of $500. They go away, and we think it's over.
At 4:30 the guy gets off work. Wife is walking the dogs by there, and sees him leave, and calls me. I step out, the guy drives by again, and throws out THE SAME DAMNED BAG OF GARBAGE!
I called it in again, and I'll be very interested to hear about how the Marshalls handle it this time.