Friday is garbage day


Although this isn't the most flattering picture of our pride and joy, it was a classic situation. C is always excited every Friday morning to see the garbage truck. Here was my first installment in this ongoing story.

The garbage men are always friendly and chat to him as he stands on the front wall. C is engrossed by the flashing yellow lights of the big green truck and the guys throwing bags around.

One guy is always really animated, and invited C into the cab today.

As you can see, the hulk looks like to type you wouldn't want to meet late at night. But underneath, he is really quite generous.

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