Friday, November 11, 2005

I often question my intelligence

Rewind to last weekend....

I bought shoes. Clarks. I went to DSW with Ar and must have tried on at least 10 pairs of shoes. I finally settled on these black slip on clarks. They were really comfy and seemed practical. I had a $25 gift certificate... so I only ended up paying like 20 bucks for them.

Fast forward a bit to Wednesday night...
I had a pile of boxes in my room that needed to go in the trash (or so I thought). I got a pair of shoes in the mail, and then I had some boxes from stuff I got at my dads store over the weekend. So I was on my way out and was all proud that I grabbed the pile to take it to the dumpster.

Last night...
I was packing for the weekend in MD. Trying to be a better packer than usual, since we'll actually be doing stuff ths weekend I couldn't just pack my standard jeans and Fordham hoodie. I was trying to figure out what shoes to pack and was looking for my new Clarks. And then I realized that I'm an ass. You guessed it... I threw them out. I thought about going out to the dumster to look for them, but figured that would be pointless. It was raining and dark already so even if they were there, I wouldn't be able to see a damn thing. So I just figured I'd hope for a miracle in the morning.

This morning....
I got all my packed stuff loaded in the car.. and then ventured to the dumpster. I could see my pile of stuff underneath another bag or two. So I reached in as far as I could and tried moving the stuff. But the dumpster was too deep. I couldn't reach anything. It was so very frustrating. I think I was hanging in the trash for at least 20 (if not more) minutes. I was even hoping someone would walk by that I could ask for assistance... maybe give me a boost. I considered emptying my laundry basket in my car to turn it over and stand on... but I've done that before and the outcome ins't pretty. So.... I let them go. I said goodbye to my brand new shoes. The only thing I can do is hope that someone will be picking through the trash and find me shoes.... and I'm assuming if they're picking through the trash they could use a pair of comfy shoes.

And that ... is why I question my intelligence.

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