The Garbage Man: Give It Your Best
The Garbage Man: Give It Your Best I had been working much too long on this job. Things could have been worse. I certainly wasn’t doing hard labour. However, going… The Garbage Man: Give It Your Best I had been working much too long on this job. Things could have been worse. I certainly wasn’t doing hard labour. However, going door to door asking questions as a representative of the federal government wasn’t the most satisfying position either. It was August. It was hot. I had to wear a tie. “Hello. My name is Bob Perks, and we are surveying this neighbourhood… “I’m not interested! Goodbye!”…slam, lock. You can’t imagine how many times I heard that. I finally caught on and began with, “Before you slam the door, I am not selling anything, and I just need to ask a few questions about yourself and the community.” The young woman inside the doorway paused for a moment, raised her eyebrows as she shrugged her shoulders, confused by my rude introduction. “Sure. Come on in. Don’t mind the mess. It’s tough keeping up with my kids.” It was an older home in a section of the valley where people with meagre income found affordable shelter. With the little they had, the home looked comfortable and welcoming. “I just need to ask
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