So this morning I was in a great hurry. Not only had I somewhat slept in, but only after waking did I remember I was supposed to go in early today. As I wolfed back some cereal the coffee finished brewing and I put together a lunch. It's called multi-tasking.
Into my trusty Tupperware bowl I put a big can of soup [still in the can, of course] and surrounded this with crackers. I grabbed an apple and a bag of Bar-B-Q potato chips, too. [I know, I 'm a veritable Nutrition Wasteland!]
All this went into a white plastic shopping bag. I've got style!
Coffee was brewed, I poured it in a to-go cup and was racing out the door when Jack meowed and I remembered I should clean his litter box. So I grabbed the garbage pail and scooped his cute little turd nuggets in there. This is how I ended up going out into the hallway with essentially two identical bags of….. stuff.
While waiting for the elevator I opened the garbage chute [I'm on the 14th floor] and promptly threw one of the bags in.
That's right. I threw the lunch bag in. I was sure of it.
I don't have time for this!
I picked up the other bag, got in the elevator and descended to the ground floor where I marched up to the superintendent's apartment. He is the only one that can get me into the locked room where the garbage lands! But there was a big sign on his door saying that he is not available.
I resigned myself to just buying a lunch somewhere today! But geez, I really LIKED that Tupperware bowl. You would not even believe the mileage on that thing!
I got back in the elevator and got out at the parking garage level. On the way to my car I tossed the other bag into the big public-access metal bin that is there in the recycling area. It landed inside the thing with a mighty reverberating clang.
Three steps later I realized what I had done.
I had just thrown my LUNCH into that garbage bin! There's no way that a few Jack nuggets and paper towels would have made that racket!
I don't have time for this!
I looked to the left -- looked to the right -- no one was there.
I climbed into that garbage bin, which was not at all easy, I might add -- and sure enough, when I opened that bag -- there was my now dented can of soup, a frightened apple, and some seriously injured crackers!
Getting OUT of the bin was now a concern -- this is the real part where you don't want to be caught by neighbours!
But I did it. I made it to the car, unseen. No one knows.
As I drove to work I laughed at the thought of what might have happened if I had succeeded in rousing the superintendent from his slumber. Can you imagine the look on his face [and mine] as, after letting me into the room and waiting for me to rummage around in there, I turned to him, opening the bag to reveal a wondrously rescued pile of cat sh...?