
When driving past a trash truck once I randomly declared that I wanted to do that job when I grew up. “Oh, really?” I believe was the response from the drivers seat at the time.
The truck looked fun to a tot. Then I developed OCD in 4th grade, by the end of high school squashed it with New Years resolutions. I know by my early twenties if my men had been in maintenance I still would have fallen just as hard.

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