Strolling down the path that leads to Tomorrowland, I see the very thing to beckon Elle to my side . . . a mobile trash can. Although this is the first time I have ever laid eyes on the traveling waste receptacle, I immediately recognize it as PUSH. Reports on the internet of PUSH have frequently intrigued me, and I feel a rush of excitement over finally spotting it.
“Elle,” I call out in wild enthusiasm, “Quickly come here!” Elle’s eyes widen at my antics. She knows that I have made a magical discovery and rushes to me. “Look,” I direct, “Do you see that trash can?” She nods. “It’s a walking trash can,” I explain. Elle giggles while she watches PUSH zig-zag across the path ahead of us. I continue, “Its name is PUSH. It is a real, functioning trash can. Do you know why it is called PUSH? You can push its door to throw trash inside,” I elaborate. “Can I try?” my eager waste manager inquires. I respond with a crisp, “Sure!”