RANDY the GARBAGE MAN
The big event at the Crankettes’ house when I put on my Grandpa Joe Hat is the arrival of Randy the Garbage Man. Is that politically correct? Are they called Refuse Recyclers, Trash Totters, or Disposal Engineers?
I’m pretty sure Randy would say that he is a Garbage Man.
Randy is a microcosmic example of the power of capitalism. I understand there are functions which only government can legislate, mandate, and perform; garbage disposal as demonstrated by Randy is not one of those functions.
The garbage pickup at my municipality pales in comparison to Randy.
Randy is an independent contractors hired by the town where the Crankettes reside. He owns his truck. Randy collects the garbage by himself. He drives his truck, stops, gets out, gathers the cans, empties them into the truck, compacts it, gets back in the cab and drives up to the next can.
This is one hard working dude. Along the way, he takes time to wave to the Crankettes, save the compacting operation to display for their great enjoyment, and as he pulls away he gives the horn a short blast. I am told by long term residents, that Randy or his father before him have not missed or been late for a pickup in twenty-five years.
The collection in my town works pretty well. There are probably three trucks that do the work that Randy does. There are three people to a truck, a driver and two collectors. They work hard and do a fine job, faster, but no better than Randy.
Every two years our town’s collectors threaten or actually go on strike. Randy never goes on strike. Our collectors get vacation and sick days. Randy does not get sick. He seldom takes vacations.
Randy is his own boss. Randy’s boss is a prick. Randy would not want to work for anyone else.