Early this morning Lily, Tyler and I were looking out the window watching carefully for the garbage man. He came to our house and the kids excitedly watched him empty our garbage cans. I know, a brilliant form of entertainment. As he got to the second can, he didn't grab it very well with the metal hand and as he shook the garbage into his truck the metal finger went into our garbage can skewering it and got stuck. As we watched him, I wondered how long he would try to "shake" the can before he got out to fix it himself. He, however, put the arm down close to the ground and rubbed it on the asphalt much like a child wipes something sticky on to his pant leg. The can was free, but it looked much worse for wear by the end of all of this. as I headed away from the window, Tyler looks at me and says "Uh, you would think these guys would go through training or something."