So I think that some of you will remember my friend Arwen's post. You know the one where she talks about how I left my cell phone in a Safeway and then we had to backtrack a million miles to get it...I think you know the one. Well have a got a Story for you.I have a little pre-school class that I teach on Wednesday mornings. This week was the last one for the summer and I had little gifts for each child. These gifts were in plastic thermos', which were inside a plastic garbage bag (there were so many that this was the best way to contain them all). I live in an apartment, one the third floor, we use an elevator to get into the basement (which is where the garage is, which is where our car is). We (arwen, Jones, and I) were going to the car and Arwen and I had our hands full of things (we both had a bag full of thermos gifts). At the bottom of the elevator Arwen realized that she had forgotten her sun glasses and needed to go back up and get them....I went to load my bags and Jones into the car.
Arwen was gone quite a while and when she got to the car she didn't have her garbage bag with her (the one with the child's toys). I questioned, "where are is your bag?" "in the dumpster" She says (This is also in the basement.)... "What? That was filled with toys!!"
Because I have about 6 inches on Arwen I offered to go get the toys out of the dumpster.
Let me paint a picture: Stinky trash room, a 6 foot tall almost empty dumpster (Enough trash to coat the bottom, but not enough for me to be able to reach in.), and me with no way to get my bag of toys (this sounds like a nightmare Santa might have!) So what do I do???
I have to climb into this dumpster, basically using only my brute strength (which is almost non-existent), stand inside, throw out the bag and them climb back out using the dumpster wall for hand holds. YUCK!
Arwen we are now even! I leave my cell phone, you make me climb the walls of a trash smeared dumpster. We are even my friend...Even Steven. Sleep tight Santa.
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Awesome! I've had to climb into a dumpster before, but it sounds so much better when the goal is to retrieve toys for children!
BTW - neither of those things (the 50-mile backtrack or improv dumpster- diving) is very out of the ordinary for me, Just ask Gina, but in my case I am usually to blame for my suffering.
Why did Arwen throw it in the dumpster? Did she think you were going to load your car up with your baby and trash? Or was it her secret plan to get even?
Such a strange one, that Arwen. But, you gotta love her.
Thank goodness you were holding Jones and Arwen wasn't. Climbing into a dumpster to retrieve a bag of toys is bad enough, but to retrieve an infant? Much worse. Plus, it wouldn't have worked too well to throw Jones over the side--or to try to climb a slimy dumpster wall while holding him.
EEEWWWWWW!!!!!
my friend just told me a dumpster diving story involving adult diapers and a misplaced retainer . . . yuck.
Ok guys... not funny. Not funny at all. I didn't know it was toys! I thought it was trash! It was heavy! and I thought I saw an old juice can inside, so I just assumed that it was trash! (rabble rabble rabble) I'm glad that you think I would throw away the most wonderful child on earth, Gina... Not funny. We may be over for that one.
Ok. We're not. I like you still.
NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THEY WERE TOYS!!!!!!!!!!!
I lost my virginity in a dumpster. It was wild. There were even toys and plastic trash bags involved. Like I said... It was wild.
I have a feeling Raj doesn't know what it means to lose one's virginity. Need me to explain?
Jess, I think you may be on to something. But I don't think you want to have to explain the birds and the bees to him. It'll be tough enough with Jones.
Jess... did you know you have the power to delete any comment you want? all you have to do is click on the little trach can under the comment when you are logged in to your blog. Just thought I'd give you a helpful tip for the day!
(anyone else out there who wants to use this little trash can thingy is more than welcome to use it... it might come in rather handy... feel free to trash can me! I might cry... but it's your trash can right!)
what?! you can delete?! so good to know!
I delete my own inappropriate comments all the time (I don't really, I'm just saying that to make you like me) . . . I do, however, delete comments that I accidently send twice, or comments that are incomplete (and then I finish them and re-post).
I am way to lazy for that. I just leave in the errors and the un finished thoughts. I usually do on my blog as well.
I am way to lazy for that. I just leave in the errors and the un finished thoughts. I usually do on my blog as well.
haha!!!!! That is the funniest joke you've ever mad, Jess... No Seriously. It's GREAT!
You're funny Jess. I like you.
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