Dumpster Diving!

When was the last time you found yourself, your entire self, in a big blue recycle bin? I was cleaning out my dad's old car tonight (as we are driving it to Cali tomorrow) and threw away a wad of trash. I went to move the car & realized I didn't have the key in my hand anymore. Hmmm. Where could it be. I had no pockets & there was only one option -- the recycle bin where I had thrown the trash!!! ARG! So I get a flashlight & a step stool. I open the lid, shine the light hoping it might be right on top (but really I know it isn't because I dropped the trash in a little crevice!) -- no such luck. Take out box one, peer down again. Ooo! I can see it. Make a reach, trying to be dainty so my hand doesn't touch too much (mind you my mid-section is completely bent over the thing) & instead of grabbing the key, I knock the key down further! Dang. Double dang. 3 garbage bags & 2 boxes later I see the key, but can't reach it. My only option is to climb in (or go get help, but help is for sissies). In I go, bend down, which is quite difficult as there isn't much room for your knees & again I am being dainty about grabbing the key! As if my whole body isn't being contaminated while I "daintily" grab the key. So out the window went my manners & I grabbed the key regardless of what my hand may of come in contact with! Luckily, I was already grubby & needing a shower. I'm all clean now.