J.  On my last day in Toronto, a Sunday, I walked past Rosedale subway and an elderly gentleman was picking up the garbage thrown in the flower beds there.  I wished him good morning and we started chatting.  I commended him for his civic conscience and asked him "But, why you?".  He looked at me, only slightly askance, and replied "My dear girl (yes he called me girl)...if not me, then who?"  Now that's style.  Score another one for Seniors.