Every weekend I hear the truck slowly making its way through the neighborhood. Roarrrrr…. Screech…. Ka THUNK! You can usually smell the truck before it turns the corner.
I have always had great respect for the trash collectors in the Outer Banks. I walk by Saturday’s filled trashcans when they are at their fullest, usually spilling over in to other bags on the ground. Imagine a mix of stale beer, wine bottles, rotten bait, old crab shells, diapers and more, all cooking in 90 degree heat.
These guys have to deal with the smell and mess every single week. What an amazingly hard job they have. Once they are through, Corolla is beautiful again.
Indeed, I have great admiration for those who work in waste management in OBX. But now I have a similar respect. Because walking through the parking lot of Monterey Plaza with my daily Dunkin Donuts iced coffee, I spotted this particular truck.
I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB!