Once upon a time, I was Len the Cleaner, someone who knows all there was to know about rubbish bins. Someone who people showed respect to, by directly spitting in my face, not ignoring me. I was important enough to be abused.
Then my luxurious position was replaced by Asians. After that I developed, not a racial hatred for Asians, because I love the entire human race, but a hatred of bins. Yes bins. I blamed innate plastic for my downfall, and people thought that I was insane. And, I was, or indeed, am. But, that does not mean that I am necessarily wrong, for even the mad can be right about some things.
Consider: https://www.sunshinecoastdaily.com.au/news/councils-are-rolling-out-wheelie-bins-bugged-rfid-/3159192/, and say that I am crazy for my phobia about bins. The article says, in sparkling prose: