Some place I worked had one of those trash receptacles with a foot pedal that would raise the lid of the device. I guess because of the pressure dynamics, dust and other debris (??!??) would sometimes fly up into your face. After a couple of rounds of that, I learned to avoid placing my trash in it; yet it was quite inspiring nonetheless.

In Your Coffee Cup

The pop-top garbage barrel
Flings the germs on your apparel,
Every time it opens up
The germs jump in your coffee cup,
Delicious as it sounds to be
I’d rather that it wasn’t me,
So I’ll throw my trash upon the rug
And someone else can have a bug.

Fibril_late; 3/93