Garbage Man

I took my 2 year old to the curb so she could see the garbage truck taking away the garbage. I know what you must be thinking - how in hell can I get this firecrackers address?
Well you can't.
So we watch the garbage truck take away all of our perfectly-fine-but-touched-by- toddler-thus-it-must-be-thrown-away food. As we turn around to go back to trike riding, the garbage man whistles at me. My initial thought was that he must Burt Renyolds and I must be Sally Field circa 1979 but then I thought, no, that isn't right. He must be whistling at his own hunky garbage man outfit. But nooooo, he looked like complete shit so that couldn't be it either. Then it struck me, he's a total wanker. Did he want me to just leave my child and hop aboard his big manly truck? 'Cause I wanted to believe you me.
He was showing his appreciation for the one quarter of a pound I have lost since January right?
I am sure his wife would be so proud. Probably his mom too.