Friday, November 26, 2010

taking out the trash...

Today I had an embarassing moment. I rarely have these (as my dear friend Shari-Anne pointed out), because I am careful to ensure they don't happen.

...but sometimes you just can't help it.

So it all started last night when I was chatting with Carleigh on the phone (they are at her parent's place for US Thanksgiving this weekend), and she was reminding me to put out the garbage for today's pick up. After we hung up, my immediate thought was: "I should go put the garbage out now"...and then somehow I got distracted with reruns of the Golden Girls, along with some laundry, and a very sudden sinus headache. So I took some drowsy cold meds and crawled under the covers.

At 9:50 this morning, I awoke.

At the very same moment (ok, maybe 2 seconds later) an image of a garbage truck popped into my head. I threw back the covers, ran up stairs to the kitchen, and looked out the window to see if the neighbours still had full garbage cans.

They did.
I was in luck.

I somehow found some shoes (no idea where I got them from), and ran out the front door...forgetting that I'd set the alarm.

The alarm beeping at me, threatening to go full-blast, I madly ran back inside fumbling with the code, when I heard the garbage truck pull up to our neighbours' driveway.

Adrenaline coursing through me, I dashed over to the garbage cans, and yanked them down the driveway through the slushy snow...placing them directly in the hands of the garbage guy.

"Thanks," I said, breathlessly...the wind practically knocked out of me by the whole 2 minute ordeal.

"Um, yeah" He responded.
I don't think he gets greeted too often.

Like some sort of nervous twitch, I grabbed the snow shovel next to the carport, and started shoveling snow while he emptied the garbage cans. Was I trying to pretend I'd been outside the whole time, or like this was my plan: rush out with garbage at the last minute and then leisurely shovel the driveway? Not sure, but I'm pretty positive he wasn't fooled.

And then I went back inside, and happened to take a glance at myself in the mirror.

Let's just say I was not a sight for sore eyes...
...and that likely the garbage guy won't be calling for a date anytime soon.


  1. Distracted by Golden Girls. Nice. And who really wants to go out on a date with the garbage man anyways? :)

  2. Haha that is awesome Kathleen :) That totally sounds like something I would do too! Maybe he found it charming :D hehe