So much for the jetpacks and flying cars we were promised as kids in the Seventies. Then again, in the Eighties I figured if there was any life left, it would be Mad Max with much more radioactive hell holes. What’s shown with the trash can isn’t much of a shock though, especially after working weekends at movie theaters; people are too lazy to not stack up their waste as if it were a game of Jenga and I readily admit the mostly teenage staff (I was one long ago too) doesn’t understand the importance of addressing it.