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Nov. 5th, 2003 03:18 pm
Nov. 5th, 2003
So, as we all know, Fate is contractually obligated to test humans on a semi-regular basis. It was my turn in the cue this evening.
After stopped by CVS on the way home and after I was done, I chose to go the dark but (in my mind) shorter way home as it's been raining all afternoon.
background: The Lexington public works have decided a few weeks ago to do something with 2 sets of big, black rubbery looking pipes with a diameter of at least 1 foot- along the bike path. They're still above ground and one must clamber over them in order to access the dirt path that lets me get to my street in a slightly more straight path.
I determine I'll do my clambering next to the trash can so I could avoid slippage (it turned out I wasn't going to slip). Half way over, my knee knocks into the bottom of my purse and launches my wallet into the gap between the pipes. The gap is smaller than the width of my hand. I cannot see a black wallet between black pipes and no overhead light at all. These pipes are many many yards long. They aren't going to be shoved over. I determine I need reinforcement in the form of tools. Splash home. I tell my tale of challenge to Q_e and he says if my plan doesn't work, let him know and he'll find his spud bar. Armed with extra long tongs and a mini mag light, I go back with a better rain coat and a fierce look of determination in my eye. (just one though.)
I locate the wallet with the light. Wow. It's really challenging to see it amongst the leaves. I wedge the tongs. They're long enough. whew I tong. The wallet shifts farther under the curvature of the pipe. I wiggle, prod and manipulate and manage to remove several leaves. No wallet. I have mentioned it's raining, right? Right. I call home. "Spud Me," I say. However, before we haul Q_e out into the cold dark wet night, I have inspiration. There's a dry cleaner in the 'strip. The nice teenager gives me a coat hanger. This is sufficient to wiggle the wallet back to the center of the gap and I successfully capture my property and slosh back home.
Through all of this- yes, I feel foolish that I didn't notice my purse open... but other than that, I am very proud of myself for proving I have intelligence [(1) : the ability to learn or understand or to deal with new or trying situations : REASON; also : the skilled use of reason (2) : the ability to apply knowledge to manipulate one's environment or to think abstractly as measured by objective criteria (as tests))- Merriam-Webster.
After stopped by CVS on the way home and after I was done, I chose to go the dark but (in my mind) shorter way home as it's been raining all afternoon.
background: The Lexington public works have decided a few weeks ago to do something with 2 sets of big, black rubbery looking pipes with a diameter of at least 1 foot- along the bike path. They're still above ground and one must clamber over them in order to access the dirt path that lets me get to my street in a slightly more straight path.
I determine I'll do my clambering next to the trash can so I could avoid slippage (it turned out I wasn't going to slip). Half way over, my knee knocks into the bottom of my purse and launches my wallet into the gap between the pipes. The gap is smaller than the width of my hand. I cannot see a black wallet between black pipes and no overhead light at all. These pipes are many many yards long. They aren't going to be shoved over. I determine I need reinforcement in the form of tools. Splash home. I tell my tale of challenge to Q_e and he says if my plan doesn't work, let him know and he'll find his spud bar. Armed with extra long tongs and a mini mag light, I go back with a better rain coat and a fierce look of determination in my eye. (just one though.)
I locate the wallet with the light. Wow. It's really challenging to see it amongst the leaves. I wedge the tongs. They're long enough. whew I tong. The wallet shifts farther under the curvature of the pipe. I wiggle, prod and manipulate and manage to remove several leaves. No wallet. I have mentioned it's raining, right? Right. I call home. "Spud Me," I say. However, before we haul Q_e out into the cold dark wet night, I have inspiration. There's a dry cleaner in the 'strip. The nice teenager gives me a coat hanger. This is sufficient to wiggle the wallet back to the center of the gap and I successfully capture my property and slosh back home.
Through all of this- yes, I feel foolish that I didn't notice my purse open... but other than that, I am very proud of myself for proving I have intelligence [(1) : the ability to learn or understand or to deal with new or trying situations : REASON; also : the skilled use of reason (2) : the ability to apply knowledge to manipulate one's environment or to think abstractly as measured by objective criteria (as tests))- Merriam-Webster.
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