I convinced Lucero to wait for me while I throw the trash away. The trash container downstairs is huge, closed, and has a window on the side to toss the bags inside.
Well, I tossed my keys with the trash.
They settled on the bottom of the container, with all the disgusting bags.
Horrified, but composed, I stood there staring at the trash. I took my jacket and almost everything I was wearing off, climbed the window and leapt into the container, with all the trash, and my keys.
I tried to not think of what was happening and exit as fast as I entered. But no, there are moments in life when time seems to freeze and everything proceeds in slow motion.
I tried to climb out the same way I came in, but my hands slipped and I fell back. I hurt my knee! Now I really had to jump out! (I have already deleted from my memory that I made a trash-step to actually be able to get out.)
I gathered my clothes and as I walked up the stairs Lucero was calling on me, “mama are you back?”.
“What is that stinky smell?”
Yup, your mum was in a trash container today.