Oh, but if you go over that limit they act like little Japanese schoolgirls. When we lived in God's Country, they left one of our cans with a note that it was too heavy. I called, axed what the weight limit was, took my postal scale outside to find out I was under the limit...the limit being like 65 lbs and I had maybe 50 and change. I'm at my cuntiest when my cause is righteous and I'm facing an oppressive government. After several calls from me asking how they measure "too heavy" and demanding an official come out the hinterlands to weigh my garbage, they finally agreed I "might' be right and comped me a month of service. Of course that didn't stop me from standing on the porch every Wednesday morning and asking "if you boys needed any help with those heavy heavy cans...wouldn't want you to break your nails" for like 3 weeks. I'd like to believe I'm not so stupid combative. Except online, of course.