Yet another sign of age creeping up on me,....the thrill of things that up until now have been totally insignificant. My most recent is my love and appreciation of those large, plastic, roughneck garbage cans. We had my son's youth group over last night and we had purchased a roughneck garbage can,....but not for the can,.....for the LID! My son had to create a Spartan costume and needed a shield and,...by George, if you spray paint the lid with bronze and use a couple of pieces of duct tape for straps on the back,....you got yourself a pretty strong replica of a Spartan shield,....I don't think that was mentioned on the trash can's accompanying labels and advertisements. Anyway, I love this trash can for its simple large opening and the ability to easily line it with a large black yard bag without tearing it or tying knots in it to make it fit. I love its depth and capacity,...the sheer volumes of trash which it can hold in comparison to my regular kitchen trash can which is much more sleek, shiny and presentable,...made of some silver polished metal. But let me also tell you that even with trash cans,....looks aren't everything.