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I DID have a lovely post all planned out for today but alas, it wasn't to be. I did something I haven't done in 22 years.
I locked my bloody keys in the flipping car.
Zack and I drove over the Big Scary Bridge for our annual First Day Out of School So Let's Go to the Mall and Buy Stuff jaunt. Notice in my previous blog post I said I was on a bead buying hiatus because I was going to the Bead and Button Show next week? Apparently that spending hiatus doesn't count when you're talking about the LEGO store.
It also didn't count when we found Giant Microbes. Zack has had a Cold Virus key chain on his backpack since first grade (much to the delight of his teacher, who received the Cold Virus soap dispenser as a present later that year), and I have both Mad Cow Disease (I wrote my 4th Year microbiology paper on prions) and a Brain Cell (a nod to my darned headache malady). This time, Zack chose T4 (which attacks E. coli) and I picked MRSA (which has thrown me in the hospital and tried to kill me, the bad, bad, boy). MRSA happens to be wearing a cape, of course, because he's a super-bug that is hard to kill.
So there's your science lesson for the day.
Now comes the stupidity.
Zack and I decided to get a jump on Father's Day and bought Rick's present, and armed with microbes, LEGO, and said present, we headed to the parking garage. I hit the button to unlock the trunk, figuring we'd hide the Father's Day present in the trunk, and the rest could go up front with us.
I shut the trunk. Then went to open the car door.
Freaking thing is locked.
Seeing as how this is a new car, I didn't realize that "unlock the trunk" ALSO didn't unlock the DOORS, as it had with my van. So now there's my cute white Punch Buggy, all snuggly locked up.
I am 45 minutes from home.
Rick is 30 minutes away from home (in the other direction) and I KNOW he's in a meeting off site.
Finally, after an hour or so, I get Rick on the line and he heads our way to pick us up. I didn't call AAA or a locksmith or mall security because I knew, just KNEW, Rick had the extra key.
He most assuredly did NOT have the extra key.
So we head back over the Big Scary Bridge, 45 minutes to home, hang out for an hour to let rush hour die down somewhat, and head BACK over the bridge, with me saying, "I am SO sorry" to my husband the entire way. And Rick? He didn't mind a bit. Neither did Zack.
Yeah. I had things to DO, ya'll. Everyone else thought it was a fun adventure -- I mean, Zack put together his LEGO set while we were waiting for Rick to pick us up (at least THAT didn't get locked in the trunk) and Rick is just hard-wired as easy-going. Me? I'm a bit more, shall we say, tightly wound.
At any rate, that was my day. It could have been SO MUCH WORSE and I told Zack, when he asked me a couple of times, "What's wrong?" (undoubtedly because of the morose look on my face), that it sure wasn't funny now, but it would be funny later.
And you know what I just remembered?
I have to drive the car to the dealer to get its tags put on it tomorrow.
Lori Anderson creates jewelry for her web site, Lori Anderson Designs, and wrote the blog An Artist's Year Off. She's also a contributor to Art Bead Scene. She is also the creator of the Bead Soup Blog Party.