The last several days I have been filling in at a mini storage facility as the office manager. Some of the tasks that I have performed have made me wonder if I might wind up falling to my untimely demise with no one around to help me (i.e. climbing a ladder, unsavory mini storage persons carting off my carcass). But it didn't occur to me that taking out the garbage might do me in. There are several public trash cans that need to be emptied and the contents placed in the rear dumpster. And I wish I could say it was a gigantic bag that did it, but I was placing a smallish (15-20 gallon) white bag of trash that was about half full into the dumpster. I held the lid up with one arm (the dumpster is about my height) and swung the bag up with the other hand. I'll be doggone if that bag didn't fall straight down on my head and about brought me to my knees. I think there was a bottle of some sort in there. So if you see me and wonder why I have a gigantic goose egg, you'll know. :0)
5 years ago
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Holy cripes, that is scary! People should really recycle their bottles, you know? :)
Seriously though, egads...being felled by garbage--no matter what the catalyst was--does not sound pleasant. I hope your head feels better soon!
Thanks, H. I was just so shocked that I was beaten, by myself, with a bag of garbage after I had successfully climbed a ridiculously high ladder and lived. I'm sure the goose egg will serve as a reminder not to do it again.
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