David Sedaris in front of his namesake trash truck. Image via West Sussex County Times.

In what is surely one of the more dubious honors bestowed upon him, David Sedaris has had a trash truck named after him. Sedaris is often seen walking the streets and paths of his neighborhood in England, and as thanks for all of the litter he’s picked up, the Horsham District Council presented him with “Pig Pen Sedaris.”

David Sedaris litter picks in areas including Parham, Coldwaltham, Storrington and beyond.

In recognition for all his fantastic work and dedication and as a token of Horsham District Council’s appreciation, the council has named one of their waste vehicles after him.

The vehicle, bedecked with its bespoke ‘Pig Pen Sedaris’ sign was officially unveiled by the Lord-Lieutenant of West Sussex Mrs Susan Pyper at an outdoor ceremony on July 23.

Sedaris is a Grammy nominee, with 7 million copies of his books in print and adoring fans who pack bookstores and theaters to hear him speak. But, to his credit, he seems genuinely thrilled with this latest honor, as quoted by the West Sussex County Times.

When I first moved to Horsham district three years ago I was struck by the area’s outstanding natural beauty but I was also struck by all the rubbish that people leave lying around the roads.

“I’m angry at the people who throw these things out their car windows, but I’m just as angry at the people who walk by it every day. I say pick it up yourself. Do it enough and you might one day get a garbage truck named after you. It’s an amazing feeling.”

Sedaris wasn’t surprised by the honor. He recently wrote in The New Yorker about his litter picking habit (which has the added benefit of upping his Fitbit step count), and mentioned that the district council had reached out to discuss his award.

In recognition of all the rubbish I’ve collected since getting my Fitbit, my local council is naming a garbage truck after me. The fellow in charge e-mailed to ask which font I would like my name written in, and I answered Roman.

“Get it?” I said to Hugh. “Roamin’.”

He lost patience with me somewhere around the thirty-five-thousand mark, and responded with a heavy sigh.

Oh, Pig Pen. Never change.