Garbage in, Keys out

Friday, in our neighborhood, is trash day.  Part of the money I pay to the Town of Cary goes to garbage pickup.  The container is one of those large plastic bins on wheels.  Basically, a large rolling trash can.  I try to put the container on the curb on Thursday night, so no to wake Wendy by rolling the thing at 6 am past the bedroom window.  I try to be considerate, especially when she says do not be a moron.  So the trash can is on the curb.

As I am getting ready to leave the house, I see a paper cup and some other trash that I missed when taking out the bag.  The leftover trash fits nicely into the cup.  So out the door I go with my lunch, keys, and trash in hand.  I go up to the container and try to lift the lid.  I throw it up, since it is connected, to try and drop in the trash.  Part of the trash goes in, some falls to the ground.  So I pick it up and try again.  This time along with the trash, my keys go into the container.  Of course they fall to the bottom.  I put my items on my car and try to dig out the keys.  I just cannot reach.  So I have to lean over the trash can.  Somehow the keys defy gravity and end up on the top of the bottom of the container.   So I have to dig through all the trash to find my keys.  I have to crawl into the trash can.  Plus I have to get on the ground and it is wet, so now the knees on my pants are wet.

I was able to get my keys without making too much of a mess.  However, it was just another example of the annoyances I have faced this week.