It occurs to me I never told you about my experience cleaning out my storage unit a few months ago. Perhaps it's because I was too thrilled to be alive to consider writing about it?
And so it goes...
During the time I lived with the SO I had a storage unit I somehow never got around to cleaning out. There really wasn't much in it, just boxes and two old computers and a bag of moving pads, which lemme tell ya, if you ever get your hands on a pile of those...immediately wash your hands; those are disgusting!
So after being in my new place for a week or so and realizing I had kept the storage unit far too long, I gathered my energy, put on old jeans and headed down to do some work.
As I walked into the facility, I immediately remembered why I never go there. The energy is creepy beyond belief with the hum of the lights clicking on as you move through the darkness of the halls.
Other reason I never went there? Because I could never remember which unit was mine or the code to get in.
It's this little tidbit that should explain why it took forever at the rental office to get access. It didn't help matters that I had misplaced my driver's license.
I gather all boxes from my unit and having folded down the back seat of my car, managed to get everything to just fit in one trip. As I'm using the circa 1932 broom to sweep out my unit, I notice animal or bug repellent in the corner.
"Hmm, hope I'm not taking any friends home with me," I think to myself.
I "code out" of the storage place and head home. On the Tollway. At about 70mph.
HUSH! Yes I know it's speeding but if you don't go that fast the Hummers will drive over the top of you.
So I happen to look down and on the floor board there is a mouse. It's ok, I'll wait while you read that part again.
I calmly rip off my seatbelt and try to fold my legs under me in the seat. On the Tollway. At 70mph.
Because if you remember this post, you know I really love animals. But the difference between a hamster and a mouse? Is the tail. And that's more than I can handle apparently.
I manage to safely careen my car onto the shoulder where there happened to be grass in leiu of a concrete wall and get stopped using a box to work the brake. I bolt out of the car and my brain working faster than my eyes, I am trying to work out how I can get this mouse out of my car. It's about this point I notice a state trooper pulling up behind me.
Not wanting any confusion I immediately try to explain in my most adult, non-screechy voice that there is a mouse loose in my car and I didn't want to get bit. The trooper, thankfully is soon convinced.
With his help (thanks again Trooper T!) we he manages to get the mouse onto a small box and get the box out of the car. He gives me the "do you know how lucky you are? Be careful out there" lecture and we part ways.
I immediately Google for a cardboard recycling facility and go there to timidly unload the boxes in my car.
THEN I went home to have a drink. Because I feel I earned it.
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