I get trash collection twice a week where I live.  I tell that to most people and they immediately start asking me how wonderful that is.  It has its advantages, sure.  For instance, if you throw some leftover food in the garbage during our sweltering Phoenix summers, it’s nice to know it won’t be sitting there cooking in the sun for a full week.  Ditto for dead hobos other perishable items.  But really, it’s not that great.  Especially when they forget to pick it up every other delivery.