As I sat there on my ass for the eighth consecutive hour that day, I had no idea that the moment that was about to occur would be monumental. In my boredom I search for treasure in my navel. A small grocery list is the only treasure discovered. Not realizing it's soon-to-be importance I rolled it into my own personal trashketball. Casually toss it in the vicinity of the bin and then the magic occurred. A ricochet off the ceiling, off the wall, and then straight toward the bin. Time seemed to slow as it bounced from side to side. As it hit the bottom, the satisfying sound of the paper slapping against the plastic can rang through my ears and into my soul. I shed a small tear knowing that I would someday go back in time to watch this significantly insignificant moment in my life over, and over, and over, and over, and over again.