Rescue Me

There are so many titles I could have give this post. 'On Being an Idiot' or 'Platinum Blond Moment' or 'Thoughtless Bimbo'. It was hard to chose.

The morning started off alright. The usual routine of getting the kids to school and all that. This was my first day off with both my boys at school all day and I was delighted to fill it up with plenty of errands. My first item of the day was to buy some ornamental grass to plant along one side of our fence as a screen. We are tired of the children next door staring at us at we eat our dinner on the deck. So I found some lovely stuff and couldn't wait to get it planted. So, when I got home I quickly got on my old gardening shoes and got myself to the backyard to plant it. After a job well done and doing some puttering around with the rest of the yard, a thought popped into my head. Oh dear, I thought. How will I get back into the house? I came out of the garage and closed the door behind me! I checked all the doors and they were securely locked. I was officially locked out of my home! I calmly thought of all my options.....1. break-in 2.knock on a neighborhood door to use their phone 3. walk to the fire hall

Number one wasn't really a good idea. The only window that was open was our bedroom and it was too high up. And the screens are very secure...one needs a tool to pry them off and I would not want to ruin it. All the other windows were either shut or just open a crack. Nope...that wasn't truly an option. Number two wasn't really going to work either because first of all I don't know many of our neighbors and most of them are at work. I am too shy to go knocking on strangers' doors! Silly me. That left option three, so I took myself and my nasty gardening sneakers for a lovely walk to the middle of town. I told myself that it would be great to get in some exercise on such a gorgeous sunny day. I could top up my tan (as I was wearing a tank top) and work off my mini-wheats :) As I walked I formulated what I might say when I got to the fire hall. I could not be sure that Keith was in the office. He is often in the far corners of our large city doing inspections. I really did not want to explain to the gals at the front desk why I need to get a hold of him or why I didn't know his direct cell phone number (it's on speed dial, so why would I need to know?). In this train of thought I decided to detour by my parents house in the slight hope that they might be home. I knew that they had Keith's cell number and I could just call him direct and avoid further embarrassment. Of course they weren't home. And as tempting as it was to break into their house (I've done it before :)) I wasn't far from the hall and decided to just get on with it.

So I trotted up the front walk of the fire station and boldly marched up to the front counter with a very glistening brow (it was stinkin' hot out!). Oh praise be! Keith was in his little cubicle working with his back to me. I was so, SO happy. So I whispered in a rather urgent voice to get his attention...Keith...KEITH! He turned around and jump out of his chair. He was happy to see me but a bit perplexed as I never drop by unannounced.

I explained the entire situation and he laughed. Rescued by the Fire Service. Thank you sweetie! I got a ride home in the fire car and at any other time it would have been a fun novelty but I was anxious to get home and return to my day to myself!

Lesson learned....hope to never be repeated again!