An open letter to the Bin Truck Men
Hello Mr Bin Truck Man,
I know your job isn’t glamorous and almost never gets the respect or gratitude it deserves, since without you we’d all be buried under a mountain of our own filth. But I just want you to know that no matter how little respect you might get from most people, to a select group of very important people you are basically a sort of god. You recieve untarnished respect and reverence from small children all across the country, who pretty much declare a National Holiday every single Bin Truck Day and stand with their faces pressed to the window in wide-eyed wonderment as The Bin Truck goes past with those mystical men who drive it and empty the bins into its huge hungry mouth (brave be ye to approach that fearsome maw!). I hope that knowing that makes it a little easier to get up at 4am or whatever horrendous hour you have to wake, and go to a job that probably gets very little recognition , or gratitude, or pay.
Also, thanks for waving back at my little girl every week. It means a lot to her to be noticed by the Bin Truck Man.
Yours sincerely,
a Parent.
It’s bin day at our house too. 5.50am this morning: Daddy! Do you hear the bin truck!
