I've often been told that my life plays out like a sitcom. I've been in every embarassing situation known to man. For instance last weekend I was taking out the trash and noticed a few bees hovering around the dumpster. I am highly allergic to bees and usually go out of my way to avoid them.

So I stand several feet away and contemplate my options. I could hurl the trash for the dumpster and hope that it makes it in, or I could calmy walk over, place the bag inside and slowly walk away without feeling the sting of death. I try option one first, but soon discovered that the bag was much too heavy and would probably fall to the ground releasing all of it's contents. I opt for the second option, carefully making my way to the dumpster all while keeping my eyes peeled for my deadly little friends.

I get about halfway there and like something right out of any predictable comedy, I was under attack.  One rather large bee took it upon himself to make my life a living hell for the next five minutes. I see him coming and go running in the opposite direction. As I look back to see if I "shaked" him, I tripped over an old sofa cushion that someone left out. My trash bag flew out of my hand, opened up and spilled yogurt and old hummus containers.

My little friend was no longer in sight, but was replaced by two young men who instead of helping me up, decided to laugh hysterically.  Had it not happened to me, I probabaly would have joined them. So I let the sheer embarassment roll off my back and picked myself up. I got about four steps to my back door before I slipped yet again on the yogurt that should have been in the dumpster. So I'm lying there asking GOD why, and hear "holy f**k" followed by another round of hysterics.

The two young men were now doubled over crying tears of delight.  I slowly (and cautiously) make my way back inside after picking up the contents of my trash and finally placing them in the dumpster.  One of my neighbors comes out and asked if I was ok. "How did he see what happened" I wondered, since his apartment didn't have a window that faced the back of the building.

Then horror sets in as I remembered we have security cameras all around the building that are easily viewed on channel 93 by anyone who lives there. I can only imagine how many people were watching that day. I tell him that I was fine and limped my way up the stairs to my apartment. My shirt is a little torn and I have yogurt on the back of my pants, but it's nothing compared to my bruised ego.

I make it to my front door, insert my key just in time to hear "did you guys see that girl take a header not once but twice? It was the funniest thing I've ever seen". Another fan who just happened to be watching channel 93. I opened my front door, hobble inside and look through the classifieds for apartments to rent.