Trip to the Dumpster

So today as I was leaving my apartment, I checked my mail. Net Flix (check), bill (check), Junk Mail (check).
I headed straight to the dumpster with the Junk Mail. The junk mail was in the same hand as my keys. My keys made it to the dumpster, the junk mail didn't.

So great. I am locked out of my house and my car. My keys are in the dumpster and DD is standing with me. What are the options??

I had to climb into the dumpster to get my keys. The Dumpster had just been emptied. So I am standing in this mush that can only be bacteria, faeces and every kind of undesireable organism that you can imagine. I pick up my keys, also covered in this mush.

And then realise that it is a lot easier to get into the dumpster than it is to get out.
DD is standing there screaming. She is terrified that I am trapped in the dumpster forever. I am starting to panic....What if someone see me in the dumpster, what if I can't get out???? All of these questions.
Eventually I see a ledge that I can stand on and I manage to get myself out.

I was filthy! My keys were filthy, DD was petrified.

Note to myself...Hold my keys in a different hand than my trash!!!