I love you, man!

A few months ago, 

I was getting ready to take a two week trip

eastward to visit some friends, some family and grace a wedding with my presence. In preparation for this trip, I wanted to make sure that I emptied all the garbage in my apartment. Since it was summer, any garbage related stinkiness would be further amplified by heat. There is nothing worse than coming home to a super stinky household! 

So, as I checked off the last item on my "To-Do" list,

I was feeling good.

I had an hour 'til I had to leave for the airport.

I took my garbage down to the dumpster in the parkade,

tossed it in and made my way back in to the building.

I needed to go pick up a few things that I wanted to have for the flight.

As I heard the door shut behind me, my mind two steps ahead of my feet,

I had a sinking feeling.

Where were my car keys?

I checked my pockets, tore apart my purse, and more frantically asked,

Where are my car keys!?

I went back out to the dumpster to see if I'd dropped them out there.

As I replayed the events of my disposing of the garbage, I realized what had happened.

I had my car keys hanging off my finger.

On the same hand that was carrying my garbage.

I had tossed said garbage in to the dumpster all at once.

(I normally put one thing in at a time while holding up the lid)

And as my stomach did back flips, I realized I was going to have to get in to the dumpster.

I was already dressed in my cute flying outfit, complete with heels, and was not able to get up on to the dumpster to look inside.

On the surface, I couldnt see anything.

I checked my phone.

Cab was 45 minutes away.

Shit.

After frantically doing a surface search, I finally realized I was effed.

I called Greg, my maintenance guy.

"Hi Greg, it's Elsie from 305 calling. Are you in the building today?

Oh, you're not onsite?

Well, yes. I have a little problem.

I think I tossed my keys in the dumpster.

And they're my car keys.

And I am going on vacation today.

In an hour. "

His response was, "I'm on my way. "

I love that man.

So as I am waiting for my knight in stained blue coveralls to arrive, I call my mother nad nearly break down in to tears over my stupidity and the fact htat it's going to cost me a few hundred dollars to replace the keys and the key fob. As I am stifling sobs in to the phone, I see the BFI truck pull up to empty the dumpster.

Hyperventilating ensues.

I head out to the garage and tell the adorable BFI worker that I am reasonably certain my keys are in that dumpster.

He looked at me and said "SO??"

I started to cry.

At that moment, Greg walked up, dangling my keys from his hand.

Apparently, he knew BFI was scheduled to come

-- it was a Tuesday -- so he rushed over,

blocked the driveway, makin it impossible to dump the dumpster until he'd finished tossing it.

I don't know how he found them but I was so grateful.

And in a rush.

So I called over my shoulder that I owed him a case of beer

He said he liked Corona.

I bought him a case and left it outside his door before I caught a plane eastward.

Elsie P

PS - That's just one great Greg story....