About thirty-seven years ago I mentioned to Gary that putting the trash at the curb is the man's job. He disagreed.
I thought he might embrace the trash after retirement, but that was ... what? Almost a decade ago?
After patiently waiting a decade, I find that last month Gary became TrashMan. He routinely goes through he house emptying the trash. He also puts the trash at the curb once a week, which is problematic because he puts Monday morning's trash out at 2 pm on Saturday. (Except for last week when he put it out at 9am Saturday.)
Of course, I can't complain to him for the way he does the thing I've wanted him to do for years. I can complain to you. I'm just waiting for the neighbors to complain, but if they don't complain about the squirrels that bury peanuts in their yards and chew on their truck wiring potentially causing a fire, then they won't complain the trash is out two days early.