Being a Grownup: Part II

Being a grownup means I resist the urge to do the immature thing.

Like taking all the wasted (and wasteful) business cards and fliers slipped under my windshield wipers and sign up all the people stupid enough to put their email addresses and contact information on them for boatloads of spam, free offers and junk mail.

Being a grownup means I don't do this.

Even though I want to.

Badly.