My own Christmas Story

I have Christmas tales worthy of a scene in the movie Christmas Story.  One to share occurred in Mesa when my daughters were little. We had purchased a tree off a lot in Mesa, and by the end of Christmas it was as dry as tinder. I wanted to dump it before it became a fire hazard...so I drove it down to the Fry's behind my house and dumped it in the dumpster behind the store. You, know, the one that says 'No Dumping'. Yeah that one. As I was dumping it....the action flipped my glasses into off my head and into the dumpster.

Yeah, I've told crazy glasses stores before. So it might not be new to you, dear reader, that I'm as blind as a bat without my glasses. Since it was night time, I wish I was as blind as a bat, I was as blind as a hearing impaired bat. Trust me, a few of those four letter words from 'Christmas Story' slipped out.

I had to climb into the dumpster and feel around with my hands for the glasses blindly. Did I mention the dumpster was full of whatever the Fry's folks throw in there. I don't know exactly what it all was, but some of it was slimy and gooey and smelly and generally not too appetizing. Since I was climbing around in a Dumpster that clearly stated, No Dumping, I was scared that I was going to be caught. I was also scared that I would not be able to find the glasses and I'd be stranded. Explain that situation to...who?

By some miracle, deep withing the muck and grime of the dumpster, my hands discovered the forlorn glasses and I was able to get home without a major felony rap.

Merry Christmas...nca