Many years ago I was living with a fellow and we were both very busy and tired people.
I was in University at the time and struggling. I was not a youngster as far as University students go, I was in my late 20’s. I know, young, but I was in over my head taking biology. I’d been out of school a long while. There were many late nights.
My boyfriend was a real estate agent, and in those days, business was booming.
One morning, bleary eyed, we collected the trash and headed to the elevator to leave for the day, me to school, my friend to the office.
We stood at the elevator, in silence, waiting for it to arrive.
You know, when you are really beat, you can have a moment where your brain goes to another place, or shuts off entirely and you do something totally absurd and it seems perfectly fine.
When the elevator arrived and the doors slid open, my friend, with trash bags in hand, threw them into the elevator, to a much surprised passenger, and we waited for the doors to close.
I looked at my friend, and he looked at me, and we suddenly realized what had just happened.
Shame faced, we took the stairs out.