Many of you may recall that Sid Phillips, the bastard terror of the original Toy Story film who wreaked havoc on all the toys, grew up to become a garbage man in Toy Story 3.
This would seem, on first blush, a sad, but karmic fate for poor Sid, who after all was only a kid when he so obnoxiously delighted in torturing his toys, transforming them into monstrous toy hybrids. But maybe — just maybe — there was a more glass half-full eason that Sid became a trash man.
Recall that, at the end of the original Toy Story, Woody revealed to him that his toys were all actually alive. Maybe Sid took that information to heart. Maybe he changed his ways. Maybe there was purpose to his trash-collection profession.
At least that’s one Redditor has theorized:
In Toy Story 1 Sid is confronted with horrifying revelation that his toys are alive. 15 years later in Toy Story 3 we see that Sid has become the local Garbageman.
Now being a garbageman has one of the biggest perks that you may not have realized. We find things. Lots of things.
I even found a 42 gal trash bags full of Lego
I don’t have a picture of the matchbox cars I’ve found because there’s just too damn many. Here’s some monster trucks
And don’t even let me start on the Barbies.
Now, let’s imagine you’re a guy who just learned that inanimate objects are alive. What job would you get? Sid isn’t fucked up and working a crappy job. He’s trying to save them. He is trying to save the toys.
He picked the one kind of job where you can rescue those things.
And Sid is uniquely equipped to fix those toys that he finds that are broken. He’s pretty damn creative.
Could this theory be true? Is there additional evidence to back it up?
You know what? I don’t care. What I care about is that some dude on Reddit who clearly spends a lot of his time picking through trash to find items of use decided that, you know what? That Sid Phillips became a better person. He took that revelation from the first Toy Story to heart, and he bettered himself. He’s spending his life in pursuit of improving the lives of toys, of righting wrongs, and he is doing it with music in his ears and enthusiasm in his soul.
That’s a pretty cool thought to have about a little psycho shit who used to fuck with his toys. I like it when we can believe in the best of others, and if we all had this much faith in humanity, the world would be a better place (there’d also probably be a lot more hoarders).