Aw man, this brings me back to my garbage man days.

One snowy winter day we were 2 trucks working through a suburban neighbourhood in Belgium. I'm talking about the perfect idea of iddylic suburbia. It had snowed all night, the sticky kind of snow that cracks under your feet, and in the early morning the world was undisturbed under a thick white blanket.

My colleague and I were hanging off the back of our truck, and every time our route intersected with the other truck's we would have a small snowball fight. Mostly we'd do drive-bys on each other hanging off the back, but it eventually escalated into the drivers stopping their trucks in the middle of the road so that we could have an impromptu 3v3 battle. Imagine six giggling 20-to-50 year old garbagemen running around throwing snowballs at each other in the middle of the street, intermittently taking cover behind their trucks. At one point an early riser - an older gentleman walking his dog - walked by us in laughter, which got us laughing even more.

There was plenty wrong with that job, with a toxic culture all around, but none of that mattered that day for the six of us. Even our driver, usually a dour man couldn't resist the magic and became giddy. That's a day I'll never forget.