RubbermaidCommercial Products Lobby Pro Dust Pan FG253100BLA

Great for gathering wet leaves, handle could have been a bit longer though.

Expensive but good quality

Very poor quality plastic, arrived slightly deformed so does not retain dust - it simply slides under it. It’s also large and cumbersome.

No use for domestic floors. The dustpan's raised bottom means you can't sweep up dust.

Although the photo and product description clearly show/ describe a handle, one was not provided. Ridiculous

Excelente calidad y cómodo.

I use this in the garage and it is good for picking up leaves and other debris. You can also use it for smaller items like crumbs in the kitchen. It is easy to sweep debris into it and easy to empty. It is well made. I have had mine over 14 years and bought this one for a friend.

I used them previously and when one supposedly 'disappeared' I bought more. Great outdoors, the garage and occasionally in the house. I've given them to family members as well. The one that 'disappeared' suddenly showed up.

Just an improvement on an old design. The wheels on the back it easy to move and it stands up without any effort.

Okay, so let me get this outta the way: I cannot STAND idiot reviewers who rate things like the shipping speed, some bizarre circumstance specific to themselves, etc. People reading a review, I maintain, care about the product, not the reviewer's sense of entitlement as to how FedEx should have put everything up to and including organ transplants on standby, that their loofa (which they were so desperate for, but have now paradoxically downvoted with a 1-star review) might arrive the very same hour (before) they ordered it.Hence my 5 star review. Allow me to briefly touch on what you likely care about:1. It's freakin' 'uge! I'm a woodworker; I bought this because the plastic children's snow shovel I HAD been using for sawdust had cracked (seriously), and I hoped this would be a superior sawdust transport mechanism.It's good at that. Really, really good at that. Granted: every time I pull it out, I expect to see a seemingly-impossible number of clowns begin to climb from it, but... well, put it like this: I can not only use a push broom to fill it, I can PUT THE PUSH BROOM IN IT WHEN DONE. Freakin'. 'UGE.2. I have not experienced any of the "won't sit flush with the ground" issues some reviewers have lamented. Albeit, the concrete of my shop floor was apparently levelled via frisbees being thrown at it by an blind, inebriated, kangaroo on a trampoline with half its springs missing, so it's possible, I suppose, that the "waves and bends" others describe just happen to align with my floor, but, if so: GUYS! This dustpan aligns with the floor I just described above! THAT floor! In EVERY ORIENTATION! It's a topological masterwork!3. Yes: I got the handle. No: there's nothing wrong with it. Yes: the dustpan will hold enough liquid to extinguish a medium-sized fire pit. No: I would not advise a large fire pit. Yes: it's sturdy enough to beat a kodiak bear to death with. No, a grizzly will take it away from you, chase you up a tree and then beat YOU to death with it. Then use it to collect several dozen POUNDS of berries.TLDR: Yes: I think it's worth the money, and it's arguably the best dustpan "technology"(?) the market has to offer.BUT...With all of that said:I happened to see the UPS guy the day of its delivery (it had been backordered when I purchased it, so this was a few weeks later, and I, being somewhat prone to shop online, had no clue it was due). He was struggling with a 4-foot long, medium sized box, and another one. A much, much larger one. I was CERTAIN I hadn't purchased a chest freezer. Or a water heater. Or a Buick. I ran out, and together we muscled the two to my porch.Baffled, I set about opening them, then and there, so the poor man could at least see what the hell the kerfuffle was for. The 4 foot package was an unrelated blanket from the wife. HOWEVER,. the Homeless Barbie Malibu Multi-Story Mansion with 4-cart garage and real working, deluxe boot-burnin' barrel proved to be The Dustpan, swaddled in a small deciduous forest worth of that brown paper, in what I can only imagine was an attempt to fill the 86 cubic feet of empty space in the box (and increase the package weight to a hair under a metric tonne). Incredulous, then swearing, the UPS guy stomped off.A dustpan box shouldn't be hard to ship, let alone to move.My wife helped me carry the box inside. It was one of those "we both had to watch our fingers on the box vs the door frame" scenarios. Finally, sweating, we manhandled it into the living room. I walked back out to the porch to retrieve the dustpan. By the time I returned inside (circa 9 seconds later), the box was inhabited. And while it was a very fair price for God's gift to dustpans AND a rocketship/time machine/transmogrifier/whatever it had been repurposed to, still:A dustpan box shouldn't hold two children AND a 60-pound Standard Poodle.It took a few minutes to explain to my wife that "yes, I'd ordered this", and "no, I wasn't starting a recycling center in the living room," and "yes, I remember what happened last time I did," and "hey look how cool the dustpan for the shop was," and "no, if you want one for the house, we'd best wait until next week after the recycling was picked up, assuming we wanted somewhere to sleep until then."I sighed as a swirl of leaves blew past my ankles. Inside.We turned in unison, trying not to picture the horror we knew we'd find. All three of the CATS had discovered the furlong of butcher paper that had been carefully cushioning the BLOODY INDUSTRIAL-DUTY, SOLID-PLASTIC DUSTPAN, and, having evidently worked out SOME system that succeeded in providing both the ticker-tape AND the confetti required to celebrate the arrival of a dustpan with apropos pomp and circumstance (best guess: two lay on their backs with 20 claws extended straight up each, while the third grabbed one end and dragged the whole mass through. Twice).A dustpan box shouldn't contain more extraneous paper than a CVS receipt."Peyow! Peyow!" went the box."*Rustle*Shuffle*Mrrrrrrowr!" went the brown paper spaghetti pile.Upstairs, went the wife.I went and got the push broom. Fortunately, I had this sweet new dustpan....and I FILLED that sucker....four times.