My garbage man has a job easier than Vanna White. He pulls the truck next to my large canister, hits a button and a mechanical arm, clamps the canister, lifts it and dumps it, then places it back on the ground. I mean how tough is that. If trash doesnt fit in the canister, he won't get out and pick it up. You have to call and make arrangements for the trash company to make a special trip and they charge you a special fee to pick that up. So whenever I have something that won't fit, I just go down the street to the local grocery store and dump it in their huge trash bins which are about 20 times the size of my canisters. Screw him, he makes more than I do (and I work in the medical field) and all he does is push a button (and sometimes can't do that right) and if the trash bag gets stuck in the canister, he doesnt care (cause he doesnt check) he just dumps it and leaves it. I also love when he completely forgets to even get our street altogether and all my neighbors have to have their canisters out all week (just in case he remembers he forgot our street). My Chistmas bonus would be to smack him upside his head.