Trash Can Willy

Swung by Dunkin' Donuts this morning. (I just can't get into the habit of dropping the Donuts).

Had to get my fucking car out of the snow suffocated driveway, so Trash Can Willy could back his truck in. We can't even fit a matchbox car in the driveway now, because we have snowbanks the size of Mt. Everest.

If you have mountains of trash, call Trash Can Willys Junk Removal Service immediately. They are fucking spectacular. In fact they are so good, even if you only have one dixie cup to dispose of, call them immediately. 

We have availed ourselves of their services 3, maybe 4 times now, over the past couple of years. As we try and try and try to make this house alluring to some unsuspecting rube willing to part with hundreds of thousands of hard-earned dollars.

We really taxed Willy up front - the first time we had them over, they cleaned out our basement, our solarium, our porch. Mountains and mountains of trash and refuse, built up over our 37 year residency in this mausoleum. It took them 3 and 1/2 hours, filling bag after bag after bag of trash, carting them out to the truck.

Every time they have been here they were polite, personable, efficient, and they worked their asses off.

We account for 55% of their gross income since 2020.

I'm sitting in line at Dunkin' Donuts, it's 8:45, and I see one employee ending her shift and slinking back to her car. Pocket book over the arm, some clothing draped over an arm, looking a little ragged, shuffling off to imaginary freedom. A couple of minutes later a fresh employee arrives - walks across the parking lot, pocket book hanging on the arm, carrying whatever else she needs in the other hand, looking a little fresher (that won't last), shuffling in to another dose of involuntary suffering.

Neither one of them was dancing.

Scenes like this kill me. Working sucks, unless you love what you do, which accounts for 1/2 of 1% of working stiffs in the world. No way around it - you gotta work. But the harm that working does to people is immeasurable.

The death of dignity, the psychological harm, the physical harm, the slaughter of the psyche - it is a brutal thing that shortens lifespans. Without the requirement to work, life expectancy in this fucked up country would be 230 years for women, 180 years for men.

No work today; today I live. Work tomorrow; tomorrow I die.

Three-fingers whiskey, baby - the only way to fight back.