I’ve always considered my husband to be my number one hero; no matter what, he is always there for me. Today I am adding a new hero to my list.
There I was, grumbling to myself at the Volcano transfer station, so many cars lining up, so many people wanting to get their trash dumping done and out-of-the-way so they can move along to the next thing to do in their day (me too). Rather than wait, I parked at the bottom of the lane, loaded up my plastic recyclables, garbage bags and flattened boxes in my arms and thought, “no problem.”
Except, my car keys, also in my hand, the same hand which had trash bags hanging off my fingers…went (you know it) directly into that nasty garbage pit. It took me a few seconds to realize that, this was no dream, I was not on a movie set, and I just did something REALLY stupid!
Lucky for me, it was Thursday, our station was staffed with one of those fellows in blue who seem to smile all the time even though they’re working with smelly rubbish. My hero, that smiling man in blue climbed his ladder, went into the pit, found my keys and happily informed me that I was not the only one who’s ever done such a thing.
Transfer Station man in blue, you didn’t have to smile, you didn’t have to be so quick to help, yet you did. You were there for me, my hero. Mahalo.
