Sarah was lying in bed, praying for sleep, and suddenly a thought came to her. Tomorrow was garbage day ... and she had three bags of garbage outside of her back door. Not in the garbage bin by her garage. Crap. She nudged her husband, "Honey." She whispered. "Honey, could you take the garbage out to the back?"
"Ummmph," came a noise from the bump beside her.
"Please?" she pleaded.
"Ammfph morpannah," he muttered.
I guess it's up to me, Sarah though. Well, I guess he's sleeping and I'm not.
She slipped out of the bed, hoping to keep it warm for her return. She wrapped herself in her cozy housecoat and found her slippers. At least she was warm now, she thought.
Opening the door, she was immediately overcome with the smell of garbage. "Oh my!" she wrinkled her nose.
Sarah grabbed the first dark bag. It wasn't too heavy, but as she lifted it, the smell increased. How long had these been sitting here? Surely only 4 or 5 days! but if this one is 5 days, had we gone through three bags of garbage in 5 days? That doesn't seem possible. "Oh well, no use resolving this ... better get these to the back and back to bed," she muttered to herself.
She carried the bag out to the alley, being careful to hold it out from her body. Reaching the alley, she found the garbage container right where it should be - beside the garage. Easy for garbage pick up tomorrow. She opened the lid and picked up the garbage back and dropped it into the black maw.
One down, two to go.
She walked back to the backdoor and picked up the second bag. Light as a feather! this one was easy ... and almost no aroma, either!
Coming back for the last one, all she wanted to do was get this done and get to bed. She was tired now. She picked up the last one and this was not a one-hander. This was almost more than a two-hander! Sarah grabbed top with both hands. Ewww! something was slippery! And what in the world was in here? It smelled disgusting!! She held her breath, grabbed the bag firmly and tried to hold it away from her. It wasn't very effective, but she hobbled with her load to the alley.
Sarah turned around to push the gate open and couldn't ... the gate had got latched after my last return. Setting the bag down, she turned, unlatched and pushed the door open. Picking up the bag with both hands again, she went to ease through the entry. Suddenly, she realized the bag had snagged on something with the door. She tugged lightly. It held firmly. She tried again. Nothing. She pulled a little harder. Still nothing.
Oh crap! Not now! she moaned. I don't have the time for this!
She pulled with more force ... and the bag let go. She lost her her balance and fell backward, covered with the garbage that flew out of the ripped bag and opening that she could no longer hold on to anymore. She screeched!
She lay there, in the back alley, covered in who knows what. So much for her nice clean, cozy housecoat! She tried not to breath too deeply because she would likely vomit.
She set her mind to it ... she got up, not caring where the garbage fell. In fact, she didn't care about the stupid garbage at all. Cliff can clean it up tomorrow.
Leaving her housecoat in the laundry room on the way in and kicking her slippers off, she headed straight for the shower. She didn't care if she woke up the household. Stupid garbage!
Minutes later, she slid back into bed, the aroma still in her nostrils. Never again was she going to take the garbage out in the middle of the night! Stupid garbage!
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