Stair Master

Picture this:
4:30 am (shift started at 2am), Chinatown, pissing rain, dressed head to toe in high visibility yellow rain gear with the occasional reflective strip, size 14 wide steel toe boots (less grip than one who spends $150.00 would assume, see below).
Coming down from the second floor of a SRO (single room occupancy) building whose stairs were lined with linoleum and nothing else (i.e. no slip griptape (for better backside grabs), metal edges, etc.)
and there is me, my partner watching in bemused horror as i slip/slide/fall/surf/stair dive down easily 25 steps with a full 90 gallon toter cascading garbage, almost wave like, over my head and onto the bottom of the aformentioned steps. Stunning visual you say? yeah. I Say. I live this shit.