On a somewhat totally unrelated note - I remember when Marty first shoved mechanized garbage trucks down everyone's throat in his first term I think it was - eliminating use of the alleys in the old parts of town and mandating the ugly oversized grey-black bins for each house. They seemed atrocious at the time. I think we're too familiar with them now.
They take over the streetscape on trash day, those garbage bins. We had other, smaller, arrangements for waste previously. The giant bins encourage filling them up and can't be lifted by a person if the truck were to break down someday.
They have warnings on them. If you should stupidly try to, say, place one on it's side to rake noxious weeds into it, or hose it out, that lid can eat your hand. Not that I would ever try to wash a garbage can. (Virgo much?)
And they aren't proper garbage cans any more - having lost all the quaint galvanized tin vibe.
Too big to be a can. Too small to be a dumpster. A friend of mine called hers "The Chavez" after Marty.
Still atrocious. Too familiar.