I'm infatuated with the garbage man. Any garbage man.
It began Monday. I had woken up early for my first rotation at the VA Medical Center's OR . Dawn flooded the valley and garbage man #1 had just finished his first round. He did a few stretches, then hopped in his truck.
I thought about him all that day, and night, and today.
I crave the manual labor. The alone time. The excitement of snatching things out of dark, back alleys and returning them before anyone notices.
I saw another garbage man. Garbage man #2 was picking through his dust pan, before dumping it in the trash. Probably looking for gum wrappers for his collection. I decided he must not be a real garbage man.
Garbage man #3, enter: he was doing something like putting garbage in his truck.
They inspire me, to say the least.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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2 comments:
slightly wierd, this infatuation. I guess if you ever need a second career, you know where to turn.
interesting... Maybe garbage guys are okay, but I sure as heck hate their trucks that wake me up in the morning with their impetuous: "RUUUAUUAAAH, HERRASSSSSS..THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK... RUUUUAUAAAAH...." Over, and over and over again. *sigh*
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