Household refuse removal occurs on Wednesdays in our town. The individuals who are responsible for removing said refuse are known to me collectively or individually as "the garbage," as in, "The garbage comes today."
I mean no disrespect to the persons who earn an honest living in refuse removal, those gentlemen who dump the items from my 40-gallon bin into the back of their truck and then drop my 40-gallon bin halfway between the street and the public sidewalk right in the middle of the driveway where it blocks entrance thereto and requires any person who wishes to drive a car into said driveway to stop in the street, alight from their vehicle and move the offending bin to one side, all the while enduring curses and honked horns as other motorists wait impatiently or, worse, do not wait but recklessly flirt with potential fatalities by attempting to go around the obstructing automobile in the face of on-coming traffic.
Maybe The Garbage isn't such a bad way to refer to those guys after all.
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