The Main Character

It was collection day yesterday, so I was rolled out from the property onto the curb for the collection day. The humans put gross bottles, cans, plastic, food waste, and everything in between into my lid. Once the collection truck rocks up, I get lifted into the air and all the crap placed inside me is freed. I can almost smell fresh air again. Then, on some occasions, I get pushed over by the wind and without the garbage weight to help me stand my ground, I go toppling over onto my back. I lay bruised and worse for wear until the human stands me back up and rolls me back closer to the house. This is a routine that happens every week, or every second week. This is the life I’m used to.