Our corner somehow ends up being more or less the center of a continual, low-grade vortex which ends up depositing a lot of wayward street litter on our front steps. Every once in a while, when the mood strikes, I go out and pick up the trash on our street, because it makes me feel less like I'm living in despair. In addition to litter, though, it also gives me an opportunity to clean up a bit of the just...usual urban detritus that collects on the streets.
Here is what comprised a small pile I just cleaned out of the entrance to the alley next to our house: a condom wrapper, the accompanying condom, a disposable cellophane glove (yikes), and a maxipad.
Yeah. Spent a little time washing my hands after that one. Stay classy, Philly.