The trash man

Beckett and I were walking up the street when the garbage man stopped and picked up the garbage that was on the curb.  We stopped so that Beckett could see how the garbage truck crushes the garbage.  Then, we continued walking.  About half a block away, Beckett stopped and said, "You know that garbage truck guy that we just saw?"  I said, "Yeah?"  He said, "He's a good man!"