Shithole ashtray country

Nope... I'm not talking about some third world country. I am talking about The Netherlands. Or, at least, my little part of The Netherlands which, in and of itself, is a little part of The Hague (Den Haag) called Schevneningen (nope... you didn't pronounce that properly, I can guarantee you didn't). People here do not feel compelled to either pick up their dog crap or throw away their cigarette buts. It does not matter if there is a trash can within eyesight of where they are. Nope... they just let it lie. I have literally seen piles of cigarette butts within 3 feet (1 meter) of either a trash can or, better yet, a hole in the ground with a sign above it with a picture of a cigarette and the words "Feed Me". The butts are an eye sore, but not a big deal. The dog crap, however, is repulsive and a pain. Nothing like a heavy rain to make a nice, big pile of dog feces get all liquidy. I even accidentally stepped in a pile once, in my running shoes, which have a deep tread. THAT was fun to clean up... NOT. For some reason they love to brick over just about every square inch of land, except for the tram tracks. Those have grass. Finding something to try and extricate the embedded dog poop out of my shoes was a chore, given the lack of green space. Needless to say, I was NOT a happy camper that day.

So... shithole ashtray country pretty much sums up how I feel some days.