I really love those guys. Really.
I have problems with them all the damn time. If I screw up the tiniest little thing, they won't collect my garbage. They seem to particularly love the old "bin was within five feet of another bin" routine. I live at the end of a cul de sac. Our options are put it within five feet of another bin or put it in the middle of the driveway. We space the damn things out as far as we can. Give us a damn break.
Today is my favorite, though. Today, they collected the whole bin. The guy operating the big claw on the side of the truck that grabs the trash can and upends it into the top of the garbage truck must have been excited today, because he dumped my whole bin into the thing. One of the guys in the truck had to come up to the house to say, "Uh, sorry."
This shit only ever happens to me.