General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

In the 60s my grandad was a dustbin man, he would haul a heavy bin onto his back, carry it to an open dustbin wagon and haul it over the side an disappear briefly in a cloud of ash his eyes red and streaming from the dust. He stank of all kinds of nasty stuff... and he did this whatever the weather. He deserved his tip!

Today I take the bin out to the pavement, making sure the handle is pointing out so the poor bin men don't have to turn it around, I make sure the lid is fully down and the bin not overfull, and I make sure I put no black bags around it so the poor bin men don't have to strain picking them up and carry them 3 yards to the wagon. I also hike halfway up my street to get it back after it has been emptied employing the powerlift and just abandoned.

I deserve the bloody tip!

edited to correct dodgy grammar and typos.