One of my household chores growing up was the garbage. I was supposed to collect it from the various wastebaskets in bathrooms, bedrooms and kitchen and garage and make sure it all ended up in the two metal fifty-gallon cans on the concrete pad in the backyard, in time for the garbageman to fetch them on garbage day.
Back then--this is forty years ago--people didn't set their cans out on the street. Men rode on the side of the garbage truck and went to where the cans sat and carried them back to the truck. In our case the man had to walk down a narrow sloping concrete walk on the west side of the house to the back patio. There was none of this curbside robot claw stuff.
Garbage day was once a week, Wednesday, I think.