Second Date?

I hadn't decided what exactly I would do with the beer, but had decided that it was too much money sitting there to waste. I couldn't have taken it last night through the gates to work, because it is a fireable offense to have alcohol on the property. (Even locked in the car.)

I went back this morning to retrieve it. I saw my friendly receiving dock attendant sitting just inside the back door. She gave a wave, and I had a little schoolboy flutter. I backed up to the dumpster and got out. She said something but I couldnt hear after a night over 2,300 throbbing diesel powered horses. I approached about half way to hear her repeat, "they just took it", meaning that the garbage truck had beat me to the dumpster.

"Oh," I said, with nothing more to say, and no real excuse to hang around. "You'll have to let the rest of it go to the dump for the next few days since i'm off work for a few days and won't be back up." Dumb, but I was freestyling here.

In hindsight I should have asked her if she wanted to run away with me to the big city hours away to dive exotic dumpsters for a couple of days. I wasn't that socially adept 17 years ago, and being off the market that long hasn't sharpend my skills.