I have conquered the evil dumpster, and emerged only mildly soiled

So I set down tonight to smoke a bowl of the new latakia blend I picked up yesterday, but was unable to find it anywhere. A thorough search of my kitchen revealed that it was not there. I reluctantly came to the conclusion that I had absent-mindedly thrown it away.

Luckily, I had taken out the garbage only this afternoon, and so the bag should be sitting somewhat freshly near the top of the dumpster. A frantic search for a flashlight ensued, with me eventually being forced to use a handheld blacklight / weak flashlight I had purchased to seek out cat urine stains.

The bag itself I spied easily, but it was way at the back of the dumpster, thanks to my habit of tossing the garbage in a high arc. An attempt to use a mop handle to pull the bag out proved unsuccessful. I began to wonder how I was going to get the bag out. At this point, a few passers-by began to look in my direction.

I decided to enter the dumpster itself, which presented a new problem: I am, for a 300-lb man, quite agile, but there was no way I was going to be able to vault myself over the edge of the dumpster. I resorted to pulling alongside the dumpster with my car, and using the bumper as a stepping-stone. I deftly navigated the sea of garbage, avoiding the broken wooden box with nails sticking out and the used pan of kitty litter, and only once broke through the surface; miraculously, when I pulled my leg out I espied no visible filth on it.

The bag being tossed out of the dumpster, with myself quickly following, a brief rummaging produced the small (thankfully airtight) container of tobacco. The remainder of the bag contents I returned to the dumpster, and quickly returned home to wash and change clothes. I am glad few people noticed me, as it would be quite embarassing to relate how I was crawling through garbage to retrieve one measly ounce of tobacco.

And so here I sit, puffing away on its bitterly smoky goodness (the blend is Dunhill Nightcap, containing 50% latakia and a mix of virginias, for those who care about such things), filling the room with the scent of smoked (as over a wood fire) tobacco. The scent is not unlike a smokehouse. It has been a successful evening.

I threw my truck keys in the trash with some other stuff a few weeks ago. Didn’t notice they were gone till the next morning. Luckily there was very little in the trash, we have a large 90 gallon toter and it don’t smell to good on the inside.

Our last foray into the dumpster … http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=258857

In the early 80s, my mother’s keys disappeared, never to be found, not even when we had to clear the house when her parents passed away.

It’s asssumed my youngest brother threw them away when he didn’t know what they were.