Well, it was one of THOSE Mondays yesterday, and I have to share how my day started because it’s ridiculous. So I was on my way to work and realized that my gas tank was basically empty. And I don’t mean How long has my gas light been on? empty. It was Oh my gosh, is it possible for the needle to move past E? empty.
*Note to self: follow mom’s advice and fill up at the gas tank when gets down to the last quarter. Or, you know, pay attention to that whole gas light thing.
Fortunately, my prayers were answered and I made it to the gas station. Let me set the scene for you. I start work pretty early, so it was about 6:45am. I was the only person at the gas station, and I was looking spiffy in a cute dress. I was relieved that I didn’t end up hitch hiking, but I was also getting nervous about making it to work on time. While I filled up my tank I thought it would be an excellent idea to quickly clean out my car. During hasty purge of trash and miscellaneous items from my car, I came to a horrific realization. I threw my credit card in the trash can.At this point I just suck it up and start digging around in the trash. It’s a deep trash can so my whole arm is in there. In a moment of hope, I see my credit card next to a half-eaten hamburger and a cup with an unidentifiable sticky brown substance in it. But alas, I cannot reach the card. In another act of genius, I attempt to tilt the trash can (which by the way is quite large) and ended up completely knocking it over. Squeegee water spilled everywhere, and I still couldn’t reach the card. I quickly put the trash can upright and looked around to see if anyone saw me. Lucky for me the gas station attendant was concentrating on his book.
Now I don’t know if it was frustration or perseverance or just plain stubbornness that came over me, but I decided to go for it to get my card. I kid you not; I stuck my entire upper body in the trash can. Thankfully, it wasn’t very full, but I’m sure it was a sight to be seen. Some girl in a nice dress with only her legs visible because she’s torso deep in a trash can.
It was worth it. I emerged victorious, smiling as I held my credit card. It was at that moment that I made eye contact with the gas station attendant, who had clearly seen the whole thing. I’m sure I looked like a deer in the headlights, embarrassed by my recent dumpster diving. We locked eyes for just a second before he was bent over, laughing hysterically.
I couldn’t help but laugh, too. We exchanged a smile and wave before I hopped in the car and headed to work, where I doused myself in hand sanitizer. (Hospitals for the win!) It was not how I intended to start my day, but it was a great reminder that sometimes, when everything seems to go wrong, you just have to laugh.