I carried two trash bags to the trash room and felt one of them start leaking near my shoe.
Perfect timing.
I pushed the door open with my hip and tried to swing the bag toward the bin before it dripped more on the floor.
The door closer had other plans.
It slammed back against my shoulder while I was still halfway inside.
One bag bumped the frame, the other twisted in my hand, and a line of mystery liquid hit the tile.
I stood there trapped between the door, the bags, and my own bad decisions.
After I finally got everything into the bin, I used paper towels to clean the drip trail.
The door slammed again behind me like it was applauding.
I told the office the closer was way too strong.
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