One-handed garbage collectors? Even the garbage collectors today can't do their job without cell-phone yakking at the same time.
To the Editor:
As I went out to get the paper at 7:30 this morning, I heard the garbage truck driving up the street; right on time, I thought, good. Then I heard the garbage man talking loudly and I wondered who could he possibly be talking to? Silly me. I peeked around the rose hedge and I could see that he was talking on his cell phone and picking up the garbage cans with his one remaining free hand. Well, doesn't this beat all? He was steering the garbage truck with his free hand while driving from house to house. This is completely absurd. No wonder we find bits and pieces of trash left in the street after the pickup day. Can't anybody today do their job, walk to the BART, or even shop without the constant cell phone support of one of their co-dependent creatures? What ever happened to the rugged individualist, to the independent and self-reliant American pioneering spirit? Daniel Boone would be spinning in his grave if he could see the depths of co-dependency to which many people have sunk. Oy-veh.
James K. Sayre
15 April 2004