One job I’d love to have.
Every Thursday morning, the trash truck makes its rounds in our neighborhood. As I am often outside to smoke, I usually hear it coming down the street. I love to watch it making its way towards our house.
The operator reaches out with a huge mechanical arm, grabs the can and lifts it high in the air. He shakes the can around to ensure all the garbage falls out and slams the can back onto the street. He pulls ahead to the next can and repeats the process. What fun it seems to be! I don’t know what it is that draws me in, but I just know I could be happy to do that all day.