Playing “Condo Chicken”

I’ve been playing a dangerous game with my dignity and I know I’m going to get caught one of these days. But I can’t seem to stop. I’m hooked on the risk! I’ve never bungee jumped or sky-dived but this is just as risky, to me, and I’m calling it “Condo Chicken”.

Here’s what I do. I skitter out to the little garbage chute room down the hall…wearing only my pyjamas. I know! You never imagined me to be such a thrill-seeker! But here I am, admitting to the world that I put myself at tremendous risk of being discovered in my wee jammies in the middle of the day!

The “refuse” room is one doorway away from my own, which sits at the end of a hallway. Reaching it requires only a brief sprint BUT I have already had a couple of close calls with neighbours and their visitors disembarking the elevator. Once, I’m sure someone saw a flurry of white tank top and blue flannel sleep pants scurry behind my entry door. My heart raced for several minutes after I made it to safety! So this is what NASCAR drivers and mountain climbers feel like!

Don’t even bother to try to talk me out of it. I’m aware of the peril I am putting myself and my reputation in. And I really don’t care! I’m going to continue to play my dangerous little game as long as I can…until I get caught…and even then I’ll probably just up the ante by adding a thin bathrobe to my attire. Now excuse me, because I see that the garbage can is in need of emptying…