Oh yes... my neighbor had the privilege to see me running down the alley last week with 2 bags of garbage in one hand and my trash can in the other hoping the waste management crew would have pity on me and take my "gifts."
My husband was sick and I thought I would have plenty of time to get the garbage out in the morning for the garbage truck, as they have been running late this winter.
To add insult to injury, the walk way from the house to the garage was not shoveled out.
So, I hear the garbage truck just outside the garage, shove my feet into my scrub clogs, and run out to catch it. If one were to walk slow, one could maneuver through the snow by stepping in already made footprints. But, I was in a hurry. So, I briskly walk to the garage trying not to slip all the while gathering clumps of snow in my shoes. I hit the garage door opener and it opens just a fraction. I hit it again, it went up. I don't know what that was all about because that is not a frequent occurance. But, the universe was aligned to make Pamela look foolish that morning. So with my free hand, I grab the trash can that is full and run out of the garage into, probably, a foot of snow then into the alley yelling at the waste management crew, as they could not hear me over their truck.
Meanwhile, my neighbor, who is sporting a lovely (sarcasm) grey robe in under 10 degree fahrenheit weather standing in his driveway monitoring the crew, looks at me as if to say, "You're crazy."
I'm not yet sure who the crazy one is!
I was invigorated; however, due to the snow that was packed into my shoes. I tip toed back to the house, trying to follow the footprints, and quickly shed the socks, dried out the shoes, put fresh socks on and left the house for work (all in under 2 minutes). Of course, I did forget my lunch in the process.
Moral of the story, if you want an adrenaline rush, run after a garbage truck with snow in your shoes in 6 degree fahrenheit weather at 7:00 in the morning. It's a rush!
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