I worked for three weeks as a temporary garbage man. It was good money as I recall, but long ago $1.85 an hour was considered good money for blue collar kid work. I worked the back end with this guy that had been a garbage man all of his life. I don't remember his name, but after every stop and load, he'd holler to his partner the driver, "OK Teal, go ahead!" The driver's name was Teal. The guy I was on the back with waved at every kid in every window. I lost my first wedding ring in the back of the truck, it slipped off and was gone. There was nothing to be done. I lost the second one in the Pacific Ocean, it just slipped off and was gone. The one I have now, I still have.
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