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The driver, an older man with salt and pepper hair of average build, pulled into the marina parking lot and I followed in and drove up to driver's side. He rolled down window and I asked him not to litter on my beautiful neighborhood. He said sorry in a way that indicated he wasn't, so I said I don't think you are and he said he didn't give a $%*# and proceeded into a secure area being used by a film crew for dressing room trailers, etc. At the point of the incident, the personnel in the area appeared to be only security teams. I was tempted to pursue the matter with his boss as film crews are under orders not to mess up, but I wasn't sure a paper napkin was worth a man's job. I'm too nice of a person at times.