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this occurred a couple of years ago, but it still makes me cringe just thinking about it. 

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i was fixing up my house after renting it to a bunch of dedicated ghb users/dealers which had culminated in my house being raided at dawn one day by the special operations group and the combination of which had resulted in all kinds of damage, from a massive burn on the lounge room floor from someone falling asleep while using a jet lighter, to ceiling damage from where one of the tenants had installed a pole dancing pole. 

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believe it or not, this is not my tifu. the whole saga of that is a tifu for another day. 

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so i'm at my house patching and painting and whatnot. after going outside at night several times i had come to realise the light in the carport was out, making the trip to the bins a bit, well, dark. 

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i was tired. i was dumb.  

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deciding that dragging the ladder out to the driveway was an entirely unnecessary effort that could be easily mitigated by using the much closer and more easily moved wheelie bin to stand on to change the light globe. so i drag it over and line it up with the light.  

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i thought i was all clever and shit because not only had i saved myself an (in hindsight, quite minimal) effort, but i'd even remembered to ensure the light was switched off! in the words of charlie sheen - winning! 

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with light globe in hand i clambered atop the wheelie bin and confidently stood to perform the task. reaching up, i dodged the spider webs, unscrewed the old globe and with it also in hand (because i had no pockets in what i was wearing), deftly screwed in the replacement globe.  

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i smiled at my handiwork and skill and had a little "fuck i'm good" celebratory moment in my head. then i began to crouch down towards a kneeling position so i could swing myself off the top of the bin. 

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that's when it all turned to shit. 

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fun fact: wheelie bins have wheels. that's why they're called wheelie bins. this feature is ordinarily quite useful, their presence making the transportation of heavy loads of rubbish considerably easier than, i don't know, transferring your garbage to the nature strip one item at a time and building a bin-shaped rubbish sculpture to dupe the garbo into thinking you have put out your bin. one of their key features is the ease with which the wheels turn, even when under strain like, say, a full load of rubbish, or a 70kg human. a wheelie bin will generally sit quite motionless until it is tilted and wheeled away, and it is for these reasons that wise people do not use wheelie bins as substitutes for ladders. 

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my kneeling action was performed just close enough to the edge that my shifting weight tilted the bin towards the back, lifting the non-wheeled side from the ground and setting in motion the wheels. being in the middle of my driveway there was nothing to grab hold of to stabilise myself or the bin. the only thing i was grabbing hold of was the dead light globe still in my hand. 

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i'm not sure how many of you have fallen unexpectedly from a height of around a metre on to solid concrete, but in case your powers of deduction are a little rusty i'll clear up any misconceptions you may have - it hurts. a whole lot. pointy, bony bits of your body don't want an up close and personal introduction to concrete at speed. you're welcome to give it a try for yourself, but i can save you the effort and summarise it right now in three words: it. fucking. hurts.

in fact, about the only other way to execute this maneuver **more** painfully is to do it *with a light globe in your hand*. and smash said light globe when you land, piercing and lacerating your hand with countless shards of glass in varying sizes.

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how do i know this? yeah, that's right. through doing it right then and there as i fell from the wheelie bin.

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and being alone at the house, and it being night time ensured i had to perform the task of removing the tiny little splinters of misery all by myself, *without tweezers* as i had none at the house, and *single-handed*, you know, my other hand being occupied with providing shelter to the dearth of glass slivers generated by the inarguably shattered light globe. 

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after several pain-filled hours of painstaking plucking of glass fragments using nothing but my fingernails i managed to extract 99% of the offending foreign bodies, and retire to my floor-bed, thoroughly ensconced in my self-inflicted shroud of disappointment, embarrassment, stupidity and residual pain, knowing i had a day of painting to look forward to tomorrow.

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and the undoubtedly supreme tifu factor in all of this? 

**this was the second time using a wheelie bin for a ladder had ended badly for me.** two for two.

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impromptu wheelie bin ladders? not even once. and for the love of all that is holy, *definitely not twice*.

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TIFU by using a wheelie bin for a ladder