[ WP ] There 's a lot of stories about mad scientists . Write a story about a mad professional in another field .

I always hated dealing with rookies, but never had I met one like Gary. 
 
 Garage collecting was a simple job. Pull up to the house, dump the trash from the cans into the truck, then go on to the next. But Gary, oh, Gary was n't one to follow such straightforward protocol. Irreverent, or maybe just an asshole, he loved getting the trash anywhere *but* in the truck. 
 
 He drop-kicked cans, toppled them with a shoulder check, sometimes rummaged around inside and tossed up the contents like confetti. In the instances where his first instinct was n't to liter, he still liked to ruin. Smearing liquids and liquidy pastes on homes, cars, and lawn decorations of our customers. Putting people's belongings into the back, stealing them outright. 
 
 The worst he saved for the poor folk he encountered during our run. I watched in horror as Gary upturned cans of garbage on poor children waiting for the morning bus. Younger ones wailed in confusion, older ones tried fighting back. They were n't much match for Gary. Any punch they threw he took without flinching. The same could n't be said on account of their glass jaws. 
 
 And every time we pulled away, Gary came back to the truth smiling a flawless, shiny white smile. He was more rotten than anything I've ever collected and he came out of every incident squeaky clean. Always flashing that perfect smile. 
 
 It was n't so perfect at the end of the route, when I pulled his teeth out with pliers. His deviant eyes were filled with fear as I gouged them out. His toned arms and legs went to waste after I tore them off. His rugged good looks were less impressive without a head. 
 
 If anyone in the world missed Gary, it certainly was n't me.
