It wasn't how I had planned my day... At no point during my morning did I say to myself, "Why don't I climb into a smelly ole dumpster? It's an extremely hot day and I bet the smells emanating from it would be just yummy..." Nope, nothing like that crossed my mind.
Had a decent morning. Finished quilting Sarah's quilt for our quilt challenge- due next week, during our "retreat." I was thrilled with this little milestone. Called DH Bill up and asked him if he would like me to bring him lunch at work... He said he was finishing up and would I like to meet him? Now doesn't that sound like fun? So.. had a pleasant lunch at Subway- you guys know I am being good with the diet when I mention Subway. At anyrate, Bill goes on his way and I decide to do a little shopping before heading back to quilt another quilt. Oops! I accidentally drop Bill's cell phone into my purse- makes it difficult to call him and let him know that I have his phone... But about an hour later, he calls to say that he is at the bank and that he is closing all 3 of his accounts(business and personal) due to the fact that his briefcase had been stolen while we were having lunch... well, that was a bummer. He had dozens of receipts in that briefcase- and the three checkbooks... I knew there was going to be no living with the man for a while- he just wasn't going to be able to snap out of it. So, I had this bright idea that I would cruise the neighborhood and check all the trash cans and dumpsters. Ok, it was an act of desperation. But what was worthless paperwork to some one else, was invaluable to Bill. And like I said, Bill was not going to be a happy camper... So I went searching through trash cans- the gas station attendant was kinda rude, but I just smiled my goofy grin...Then I notice this dumpster behind some construction trailers... worth a try, I figure. Can you believe that Bill's briefcase was in there? Way down in there, but I could see it. Well, you'll notice there are all kinds of handholds and footholds on the outside the dumpster... Scrambled over pretty fast. Real fast- before the smell of sour milk and sour mash made a weenie out of me. (Sour mash? What they throw out when making something with an alcohol content higher than 89%. Nasty.) Hoisted the case over the side... hmmm... that case weighed a ton, but not so much as I... hoisted myself over the side- touching the inside of the dumpster as little as possible. Thank you, thank you, thank you to whoever invented hand-sanitizer! Too bad I couldn't call Bill and tell him the good news... ring, ring. That would be Bill. I say how I have his briefcase and he says how this really isn't the time to joke around. No really. Think he is going to be a happy camper when I tell him that the check books are right where he left them- only thing missing was a $1 calculator and some pens and pencils. Kind of rekindles your faith in mankind... ok, maybe not, but a big relief. Reopened the accounts- well, they will be in a couple days. Good enough. He insisted I blog about it and wasn't it a coincidence that I had my camera with me? That's me by the dumpster- trying to smile and not breath through my nose at the same time.