Keys

I have been racking my brain to think of something to write for the past week and I eventually decided to share my most embarrassing story from my freshmen year. I know by the time you finish reading this you’re going to question whether it actually happened and trust me when I say I wish this was fake too. 

During my freshmen year, I had so much junk food that by the end of the week the trash would be full. I usually took it out on the weekends but for some reason I decided to take it out on my way to class. If I could go back in time, I would have done things differently. I held the trash and my keys together as I went to dispose the trash. I woke up late that day (Who am I kidding- I still do) so I was trying to avoid the awkward stares I would receive by being the last person to enter the class late. With that in mind I wasn’t paying attention and swung the trash along with my keys. I didn’t realize what I had done right away, I took a couple steps and noticed my hands felt light. I looked back at the trash then at my hands and the back at the trash a couple times. 

I remember thinking “what now?” as I looked at the height of the bin. The first thing I did was call my roommate who was in class. Why? I didn’t know what to do. She was of no help because I was apparently repeating keys and trash and she was getting weird looks from her classmates so she hang up with a “good luck” condolence. I decided to try and get the keys instead of just staring at the bin. I climbed onto the wheel of the bin in order to get inside the bin. I repeat tried, I couldn’t pull myself up to get in the trash. I was back at square one, with no key and reeking of trash. Each time people tried to throw their trash into the bin, I would go nuts recounting my whole story and ask them to kindly put their trash on the side. 

One guy doing laundry saw me struggling and decided to help by using the end of a broom he found to get my keys. However, it only made it worse and shoved the keys deeper into the trash. At that point it had been 20 wasted minutes before my guardian angel appeared. (Karma). I always stopped to talk to the cleaning lady, so she recognized me and decided to help. She came up with an idea to put a ladder on the outside then later transfer it to the inside in order to get the keys. I tried climbing into the bin, but I still couldn’t pull myself up into the bin so the laundry guy (I was too stressed to get his name) decided to help again by climbing into the bin to get my keys. After 5 minutes, we finally got it out. I thanked them both and hurried on to class dreading the entrance. I didn’t realize how bad I reeked till the girls I sat beside started moving away. I rushed out of the class the minute it ended looking down so no one would remember my face because I reeked. I didn’t have a class after that so I showered and stayed inside the rest of the day hoping anyone who had seen me would forget by the next day. 

I wish I didn’t take out the trash at all or moved the keys to my left hand. Nonetheless, you live, you learn and you move on, I guess. Let’s just say I DO NOT take out the trash with my keys anymore.