On Thursday I was in a wreck. It was nothing large and around 8:30am. In fact, the wonderful, kind, understanding and generous woman whom I bumped into waved the incident off and I was told to 'have a nice day'.
Thank-you again you kind, kind woman.
Anyhoo... normally I wouldn't take the time to mention this but as I was walking back to my car (mentally doing every happy-dance known to man) I notice my car's still running. Well, that's fine (I was in a hurry to check if the nice lady and her car were alright), but as I round the front to my door, my mental celebrations stop cold. My door was locked.
...joy...and words better not said.
So as I'm standing outside my running, parked, locked, hazard-blinking car I marvel at the double-edged sword that is my life and wonder if anyone watching gets-a-kick out of my critical thinking skills.
Mentally running down a list of what I can do with what little I have(my cell phone at this point is mockingly staring at my from the passenger seat),I soon conclude that my only chance is to run down three stories out of the parking garage, stumble across the side street and pant my way through the VA building all the while praying that
someone I knew was there to give a message to my roommate Bill (who I knew was the only person who knew where my spare key was).
After latching onto Jen and stealing Annie's phone, I run back up to the third story to baby-sit my running, parked, locked, hazard-blinking car.
9:00amIt was here that I lost faith in the future of humanity; because, as I am leaning against my running, parked, locked, hazard-blinking car people were honking, and lining-up for me to move.
Were they serious?
I was standing/ pacing outside my running, parked, locked,
hazard-blinking car waiting for Bill to return with my key. One would think that hazards would indicate
something was wrong.
So I kindly waved them on toward the next exit; but after 20 minutes or so the self-kicking angst of having had the stupidity of locking my keys in a running car shifted to the external as I marveled at the stupidity and hopelessness of our future.
9:15amI wasn't sure
why I listened to my radio so loudly but at the moment I was rather happy I did and the remorseful waving toward an exit wasn't happening anymore: scathing glares replaced them.
9:30amBill came. Thank you Bill. Although he did get a good laugh out of where I had locked my keys in my running, parked, hazard-blinking car --the man thought the locking had happened in a parking space... HA! That would've been nice.
Anyhooo, over the hour of inconvenience and lateness four people stoped to as if I needed help 3 women and a AAA lock and tow man who asked if anyone had called a tow but left after I told him I was waiting on a key...butt monkey. Bill is the sole redeeming male of our species.
