My twin at the recycling center

Now...where did I toss those keys?

We cleaned out our garage, and I took a bunch of glass to the recycling bin because I'm cool like that. I pulled up to the bin, and threw my keys in the passenger side seat. And then thought to out-wit myself and roll the window down. Because you know it would be just fitting that I lock myself out of my car at a recycling area. "Hi baby, are you busy at work and all? Great, listen, I'm 60 blocks east of you. Can you go ahead and just head on over and unlock my car instead of silly things like lunch and all?"

So, I rolled down my window and left the keys in the car.

Clearly, I'm new to this, because all of my glass was packed in a huge cardboard box. I was able to lift and carry from the bottom of the box, so as not to let all that glass bust out, but right when I went to tilt and spill the glass into the giant bin, the cardboard box relented, sending my glass bottles all over the ground in front of the bin. Woops. So, I took the newly emptied cardboard box to the cardboard marked bin, and then started to pick up the bottles, giggling at my very consistent clumsiness. Can you litter at a recycling center? I don't know. When a fellow glass recycler shows up with her super duper heavy plastic bins. I should have better bins. This recycling isn't for the lame. I'll simply need a sturdier box for my recycling A-game. Right when I mentally resolve that entire issue. I hear, "OH MY GOD! OH NO! OH MY GOD!"

It turns out Miss Sturdy-box-for-her-glass-recycling had her keys in her hand and instead of throwing a bottle into the bin, she flung her car keys in there. I squinted my eyes to see if there was a mirror I was looking into, because this was SUCH a Leslie moment. Nay, it wasn't me. She had better hair, and way more wine bottles. So, I went over to help. Ultimately, she needed me - I was longer and could lean further into the gigantic bin. She knew the vicinity of said key flinging, and so we looked. It took a few minutes, but I found them! In a stunning rendition of Jenga, I carefully removed some bottles so I could get my hands on the keys without them sliding down further. VOILA!

And the lady says to me, "Oh thank you so much! I did NOT want to make that call to my husband!" I know what you mean, girl.

I told her it could have been me easily. And then went to lunch with Ricardo and told him the entire story. I ended it with, "It's so much fun to help someone just like me! Aren't you proud I got to help someone in that situation instead of BE someone in that situation!?"

"Uh, yes. Very uh proud, sweetie. Good job not locking your keys in your car yet another day." Ofcourse he didn't really say that. But I bet he wanted to. Me too.

That's how I roll.