Friday, September 28, 2007

Look Out Below!

Who woulda thunk that my adorable husband would be the thing to bring me back to blogging on a semi-regular basis.

But, alas, he's done it again.

Here is the back story: My mother, in her haste to get ready for a trip to the east coast, inadvertently threw her keys down the trash chute from the second floor of the building she lives in. Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that she did this accidentally, while throwing a bag of trash's not that she just goes around throwing keys down trash chutes at will.

After receiving the call from my mother, I quickly informed Mr. Cruisin' of dear old mom's mishap.

We were in the middle of dinner when I revealed this information...and my husband couldn't scarf up the food fast enough.

Oh joy, rapture..."let's go dumpster diving!!!"

"Christ", I thought to myself. This man has now totally lost it. When I asked what he was talking about, he replied: "well, it's not as if I haven't done this before".

Now this was an interesting visual. Of course he defended these actions by proceeding to tell me that back in his college days, while working his way through school, there were times that he'd have to dive through the dumpster at work, when something had been accidentally thrown away.

Whew! And I thought he was going to tell me that this was part of his mysterious past in the witness protection program leading to a secret life of hiding in dumpsters.

With flashlight and ladder in tow, we made a bee-line for my mom's condo. We knocked over a few pedestrians on the way...but can't get between a man and his dumpster.

Upon our arrival, we clandestinely made our way over to the dumpster, which lies behind two big metal doors.

Up the ladder (yes, another f#*%ing ladder) and over he went...into the pile of trash.

With flashlight in hand...he began his search. I stood by as the dutiful wife, ready to puke from the stench.

Suddenly, as Mr. Cruisin was bent and hunched over, there was a strange whooshing sound.
And before you could say "Look out below"...down came a huge, full, bag of trash...

right on his head!

That was it...I was sure his neck had been lopped off, and my prince charming was becoming the headless horseman, right before my very eyes.

He jumped back, I screamed, and all he could say was "shhhhh, they'll hear you".
Oh yeah, this was a good time to be showing discretion and a sense of dignity.

God forbid the alter kockers in my mother's building find out her prince of a son-in-law was actually going through the trash.

Within seconds of Mr. C jumping back (and he did this with his lovely swollen purple ankle)...WHOOSH...down came another bag! And, I might say, with the weight and strength of an anvil that Coyote just pushed over a cliff to land on the Roadrunner.

We might as well have been Elaine and Kramer, straight out of a Seinfeld episode. I laughed so hard, well, let's just say I was no longer clean and pristine.

I spent the rest of the night screaming at him "Look out beeeeeeloooowww".

Well, look at the bright side...Luckily no one decided this would be the ideal time to dump out the cat box.


Mildred Garfield said...

What a funny true story.

I know that has happened to a lot of people - so I'm very careful when I dump my trash - Who would I get to dive in and get my keys?

Guess I would have to call on your experienced hubby!! ;-)

Ezer K'negdo said...

niiiicccce. how did you get back into the car with him? did he find the keys?

Val said...

'With flashlight in hand...he began his search. I stood by as the dutiful wife, ready to puke from the stench.'

Loved this!

Good to see you posting again - but at this rate, Mr Cruisin may have to be hospitalized just to survive!

Shira Salamone said...

What a riot! So nu, did he find the keys?

And did whoever did the laundry ever get the stench out of his clothes?

Wendy said...

Hysterical. SO did he find them? Seems everyone wants to know!

You crack me up.

cruisin-mom said...

never found the keys! the trash must have already been dumped :(

Jack's Shack said...

Sounds like more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Ok, maybe not.

Sweettooth120 said...

Wow - now that's a great son-n-law. Too bad he never found the keys.

That is a funny story. It is good thing noone decided to throw out dirty diapers or cat litter. Trust me, what's worse than getting toppled by cat litter, is having your hand up a toilet digging out cat litter that is clogging up the pipe.

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Did he find the keys??

LOL! Well, after all that garbage I surel hope so!
Mr. C is a very game guy!

cruisin-mom said...

OOLOTH: welcome! nope, he never found the keys :(