Chicken Soup for the SLP soul: Funny Edition

I’m excited to be linking up with Felice at the Dabbling Speechie for her funny chicken soup of the soul hop.

There are so many funny client and student stories I could share but today I thought I would share a post from a few years ago about the craziest thing that ever happened to me at work. Just putting this in perspective, I used to do telepractice. One time I was reading a story with a student when I looked up to see her naked dad walking in the background.  This is slightly crazier than that story.  

Has anyone seen 127 hours starring James de Franco?  It’s the true story of a man who is trapped and needs to cut off his own arm to save himself.  Here’s the good news.  There were no lost appendages during my ordeal.

Flashback to sometime this Fall.  I remember that it was a Monday. The only thing left for me to do was empty the trash cans and then I was heading over to daycare to pick up my son.  I was in a hurry so I threw the garbage bags in the trunk of my car AND drove around the side of our building to the dumpster.

I hopped out of my car and threw the garbage bags in the dumpster.  I noticed that the lid was propped open and being a responsible SLP stepped into the dumpster enclosure to shut the cover.  I realized that the cover DIDN’T close at the same time as the door shut and I heard a click.

I pushed the doors open.  They didn’t move.  I tried again.

And again.

And again.

Locked.  I was locked in something that I still don’t even have the vocabulary to describe.  Dumpster enclosure? Garbage can house?   I was on the side of the dumpster.  There was only about 6 inches of space between the dumpster and the doors.  Unfortunately, I am not a 6 inch diameter speech language pathologist.

I spent about 5 minutes trying to kick the door open Karate style.  I’m usually a Dansko, big comfortable shoe wearing type of Gal.  Of course on this day I wore these shoes.

I’m starting to panic a little as I’m supposed to be picking up my little guy at his daycare.  I decide that I must try to scale the wall.  I make it up about 2 feet by wedging myself between the dumpster and grasping the gate walls ahead of me.  My head is barely peeking over the gate.  I realize that I will break both legs in an attempt to escape via jumping.

I see a car pulling up.  Salvation.  I yell.  They don’t hear me and walk into our clinic.  I calculate how much time until the last therapist leaves.  I realize two things.  First, no one will realize that I am still there because I moved my car.  Second, they will not hear me.  I wonder if I will be there until morning.  I try to remember the weather report.

I think about how the small town newspaper’s police blotter will publish something like:

Finally, I see a small, elderly man walk out of Applebees.  He walks across the parking lot and waves at me.  He comes up to the dumpster and looks up at me.  “Hmmm” he says, “Now who would go and throw a nice lady like you away?”

I can’t wait to hear your funny stories!  Link up to the Dabbling Speechie to share!