All of them, but a number of circumstances make taking the trash out my least favorite.
I live on the second floor of a two family house so carrying the bags down the stairs is annoying, the same reason why I hate bringing groceries into the house but in reverse. I have flat feet and bad knees so stairs are not my friend, and having to go up and down the stairs multiple times to bring out bags of garbage, recycling, and cardboard is exhausting.
Taking out the trash has been my assigned chore since my parents separated and my dad moved out, and there have been times when I’ve worked late and come home exhausted to see piles of garbage bags, recycling, and cardboard boxes waiting for me because certain people who used to be a part of my life were lazy and spiteful so instead of doing the right thing and taking the trash out for me whenever I had to work late, they left it for me. Years of these occurrences have made me grow sick and tired of doing it.
Finally, and this is the most recent circumstance to come into play, I’m a sanitation worker. I literally work with garbage for a living. I don’t want to even look at a bag of trash when I’m off the clock (but unfortunately I have to look the mirror to brush my hair) so having to deal with my work when I’m home is a little frustrating.