On the hot summer days, their job is unbearable.
On the cold winter days, their job is unbearable.
Hanging off the back of a stinky garbage truck is unbearable.
So, you see, their job is pretty much unbearable.
That’s why I admire trash men.
Their job is not easy nor enjoyable.
And no one thanks them, because it is expected they’ll do their job unbearable or not.
What would we do without them?
Hopefully, we’ll never know!
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