<human>: We'd recently re-arranged the kitchen after the last lodger moved on and took his furniture with him. Some bright spark decided the perfect place for the kitchen bins was now behind the dining table. At best, this meant the bins were now blocked by a chair. At worst, a person sitting in a chair.

After being introduced to the new lodger, I put away my groceries, and went to throw out some expired food. But the bin was full. I didn't want to disturb the new guy sitting eating his take-away, so I decided to extract the bin by lifting it up over the other edge of the table. 

While leaning over and pinching it with one hand, I noticed it seemed a tad heavier than usual. Undeterred, I hoisted it up, pinching its flange and its lid between my fingers and thumb. While pivoting my arm around the obstructing floor lamp, lifting it high in the air, without warning, the lid shifted, disturbing my grip, and the bin and half its contents crashed down from shoulder height onto the dining table.

Weirdly, new guy, who barely speaks a word of English, calmly continued eating his food, staring into the middle distance, as if he was used to this kind of abuse. I suggested angrily to my other house-mates that this wasn't the best place to store the bins. Who knows what new guy thought I was yelling.

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<bot>: TIFU after being introduced to the new lodger by immediately throwing a bin full of rubbish over the kitchen table where he sat eating his first meal in his new home, and then yelling.