Yesterday morning on my way to the office I stopped by the bar on my errands. As I was inside I heard clanking and cussing outside, then a banging on the backdoor. It was the trash collector. He complained about my trash and told me that most businesses "take care of" their trash collectors. Rather than take his name and truck number to report his attempted extortion to the Department of Public Works, which I considered, I gave him a cold six of Bud. He cradled it and said "Oooh, yeah, this is love." It's a lot cheaper and easier than the environmental fines we would accrue having our trash "miscollected".