[in a sing song voice] Woke up this morn-ing, with a smile on my face [well not quite, I wanted another hour of sleep]. Nevertheless, I got out of bed, took a shower...made me some breakfast. I was excited as all get out because not only was I all set to be on time for my workout session, I was going to be early (10 mins early). I grabbed my keys, grabbed some garbage to dump, and headed off to workout.
It was cold outside. According to the weather channel the temperature (including the wind chill) felt like it was below -15 degrees F. Yes, I typed negative. But the cold didn't really phase me. Why? Because I was not only on time, I was early! No rushing! So I strolled to the dumpster and leisurely tossed in my garbage. You'da thought I was playing "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood" as my soundtrack. As I turned my back to the dumpster I hear a jingle...
Hmm... what was that? It sounded like keys. But my keys were in my pocket. Right? Wrong?!?!?! I checked my pockets-no keys. I'd thrown my keys in the PUBLIC Dumpster along with my trash. So I peep into the dumpster and see my keys about halfway down. Too far down for me to reach in and retrieve them. So i try to use a cardboard container to pull my keys up the side of the trash can. Nasty right? [The thought of my keys being dragged up the side of the trashcan]. Then reality set in. I did NOT have on gloves. Yesterday the temp was 47 degrees I knew it was cold outside, but not as cold as it actually was. My fingers were starting to turn red and HURT. I could hardly bend them. I thought--"I need to go home and get my gloves"--oops need my keys for that. I saw a box sitting by the side of the dumpster. I thought "maybe I can stand on this box and reach inside to get my keys." So I grabbed the box stood on it and quickly dropped down to the ground. Then I remembered I have some patio chairs. So I jogged back to my apartment (by this point my fingers are hurting to the point I feel like crying). Grab my chair and run back to the trash can. I got my keys, went back to my apt, disinfected my keys, and ran cold water on my fingers. My fingers were so cold the cold water felt hot on my fingers. I just have one question.
Why me lord?!?! LOL
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
To be early is to be on time
Posted by Dare2B at 7:00 AM
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