Baker Mayfield was recently asked what it’s like living in Florida.
“Did you know you can just leave literally anything on the street or in an alley here, and some dirty man in an old truck will magically appear to take it?" Mayfield said.
"Anywhere else, you’d have to call a service, pay a fee, and beg someone to haul it away. Here? Nah. The man is already out there. Always circling your hood. Collecting trash.”
According to Mayfield, it doesn’t matter what you put out there. “Moldy couch? Broken table? Rusted-out grill? Put it curbside and within hours, some dude in a beat-up Ford F-150 will scoop it. I swear, he’s got the reflexes of a jungle cat. Tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it.”
Mayfield called it an “unspoken bond” between every Floridian and the mysterious junk collector.
“Doesn’t matter if you live on millionaire row or in the hood, he’s always near. And you never see him. One time I put a trampoline with broken springs in my alley and pointed cameras at it. I saw motion… then it was gone. No person in frame. Just gone within ten minutes. Where did it go? Is he fixing it? Selling it? Living on it? I don’t care. It’s gone. That’s all that matters. And somehow, we’re both better for it.”