Garbage Men

I feel sorry for trash men. And not because they drive through the neighborhoods on the back of a giant smelling truck to pick up the filth and garbage of people along the way. But because they must have a hard time outside of work too.
Think about it. The guy comes home from work, sounding like an out-of-work super hero (the Trash Man), with his coveralls smeared with slop and grime, and his wife asks him how his day went. And he responds with, "Well, honey, it was a slow trash day. Some of the trash cans weren't out by the curb."

And then she wants to know if anything exciting happened.
So all he can say is, "Well, we ran over a rabbit with the truck."
His wife exclaims, "Oh no! What did you do?"
And he says, "We threw it away."
It's sad, really.