When I was a youngster I used to have an emotional attachment to the litter I made. For example if I took an orange from my house and went to a friends house to play, I wouldn’t be able to leave the orange peel in a bin at the house of my friend. I felt that the peel was from my house, and it would be distressed if it was left in a foreign place. So I would put it back in my pocket to return it to my house’s bin. Though I generally forgot to empty my pockets and so gathered a mix of receipts, tickets, sweet wrappers and organics. Even now I find I have so much in my pockets making it difficult to find anything. In this age of separating your rubbish for recycling here is the idea applied to pockets. Separating your plastic from your paper and orange peel will never be a problem again. This may not appeal to fashionistas as I was told that actually putting things in pockets is a big no no. The lumps ruin your lines apparently. © 2009
Dominic Wilcox 
I have trash in my pockets all the time. Sometimes it’s not even my own.
I find it disconcerting that I completely understand the need to put YOUR peel in YOUR bin. But should you really be coming up with ideas to help perpetuate this sickness?
Having said that, sort something out for my glass bottles.