Every couple of days, I witness the same disheartening scene in my Brooklyn neighborhood when a garbage truck stops on my street. While the sanitation men momentarily block traffic, scurrying to toss bags of trash into the truck, there is always some putz in a waiting car who will blast his horn and scream curses at the workers.
This makes me apoplectic with rage. It is no way to treat New York's Strongest, the men - and a few women...
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