| | So, since all of you enjoy hearing about how much of an idiot I am, I hope and trust this provides entertainment! It was around 9:30 Saturday morning, and so I hear the two dogs yap upstairs (Bailey and Julie – both are Jack Russels. For those of you unfamiliar to them, think hyperactive). And I figured they wanted to go out, so I did. And I shut the door, then wanted to head back in, and the doorknob was locked (with my keys, wallet, AND cell phone inside). Ran to my separate entrance, and that was locked. And, to top it off, Bailey was running away so I grabbed her by her bandana, and put her up on the deck, and moved the gate over so they wouldn’t get out. I tried fixing the automatic garage door’s PIN, all to my failure. I went over to my next door neighbor’s house, thinking they would get in contact with the Sheltons (who I live with) or have a spare key – they weren’t home. And to make this more interesting, I was only wearing my shirt I sleep in and gym shorts… no footgear! So after many futile attempts to get in, I found a set of keys in Bill’s work van, and tried to get in, but that wouldn’t work. Fortunately, there was a key to his van, to which I drove over to Josh Holcomb’s house (since I figured he would be home) – in God’s kindness, my assumption was correct! I show up at Josh’s place, sharing how I know it’s awkward that I’m showing up at his place at 10:20 on a Saturday morning without any footgear and means of communication, and I can’t get in touch with the Sheltons. Thankfully (and because Josh has a servant’s heart), he allowed me in. I called Bill and Leisa, and only left messages. In the meantime, I hung around his house, made some cookies, cleaned dishes, and played some Wii. Then this thought… what about the dogs?! And to make things more interesting, Josh has a cat. So I explained that I didn’t want to leave the dogs alone, outside in the heat and everything. Back I went in the van, and I successfully retrieved the dogs and stuffed them in the van. I think that as I was on my way over I had Julie in a headlock and made sure Bailey wouldn’t do anything funny. Success, the dogs were placed in the Holcomb’s garage, and off Josh and I went to play Wii along with Daniel. Eventually, their dad got in touch with Bill, and he gave me the pin number, and off I went to get the car! But when I was about to go home (also passed two Mormon brothers…), there were police cars before I turned left onto Route 9 (and no Mike, I didn’t yell). They asked for my license and registration. Uhmm… all I could tell them was my absurd (yet true) story that I locked myself out of my own house, this isn’t my van, and I’m going to get my license (and that I’m from New Jersey and that I’m down here finishing up my last year of pharmacy school). 10 minutes pass, and they couldn’t find me after I gave them my name, DOB, and social security number; eventually he let me go. So I got back to my place, and got my phone, wallet, and keys! I returned back to the Holcomb’s, after showing the same cop that my story was true (I knew he believed me, but I wanted to reassure him I was serious!), retrieved the dogs, thanked Josh for serving me, got the dogs back, gave them a biscuit, and told ‘em both to SHUT UP!!!!!!!! Then went back to laundry and filling out some forms. God has a great sense of humor, doesn’t he?! J |
