I took out the trash today at work, like I always do, but every time I do it I almost die because those cans are so heavy and I have to lift them into the dumpster. Today one can was especially heavy but I somehow did it without any problem, even though the director of safety for the whole place was right there (although he didn’t seem to notice me doing everything improperly)
Whenever I’m out there about to dump that trash I remember something that happened a few years ago at my old job. There was a very skinny, tall, girl that worked there, and for some reason they sent her to take out the trash in the middle of the day. She came back and started talking to another girl that worked there.
“Taking out the trash almost killed me just now, those cans were so heavy,” she said.
“How did you lift them?” the other girl asked.
“I have elbows and knees don’t I?” was her response.
Now every day when I’m out there in front of that dumpster, I think to myself elbows and knees… elbows and knees.
