One of the things Chris wanted to do was to "pack light". (Sounds like a man, yes?) So he only packed two shirts and a jacket. He knew he had some clothes here, and whatever he didn't have, he was willing to buy. Fort Collins has plenty of second hand shops, so no worries. I packed a FEW more things than Chris did, but I understood that I had carte blanche at the op shops around here - right? So today, when Chris went to work on the boat, (about 30 miles away) I headed off to Good Will to do a bit of shopping. I found a great skirt and a couple of tops and a brand new pair of shoes (for $5!) and it was all 25% off because I'm a senior. I was feeling quite accomplished as I headed back to the car. It's a "new" car (used) that we bought to haul the boat across country - it's a big (but LOVELY) Dodge Durango 4X4. Anyway, I used the key thingy to unlock it, and opened the back door to put my bags inside. I fiddled around in the back seat a bit, adjusting the bags, rummaging through my handbag so I could put on some chap stick, and, as is my habit, I tossed my keys and my sunglasses over so they would be on the driver's seat when I got in. I shut the back door and went to open the front door, and IT WAS LOCKED! ALL the doors were locked, and the hatch as well. WHHAAAAAATTTT??? What am I going to do now? Think about it for a minute before you read on - what would YOU do? Answer to yourself before you read on.
I can't call Chris because my phone is in the car. I can't catch a cab home because my purse with all my money in it is in the car. In fact, I don't even know Chris' phone number, as he has a new phone, and of course, his new number is IN MY PHONE - in the locked car! I ran back inside to use the cashier's phone, but I don't know anyone in town except Aaron, and I don't know HIS phone number - and he's not in the phone book - nor is his church listed. I'm racking my brain to try to think of someone who would know Chris' phone number - but even if I think of someone, I have no idea what their phone number might be. There was really no one I could call! I felt SO vulnerable and powerless. No phone, no money, no car. It was quite a weird feeling for someone who normally feels so competent and assertive to feel TOTALLY hopeless and bit panicked. I could have cried, but I knew it wasn't going to help. Luckily, some ANGEL who was checking out, heard my sad story and volunteered to drive me home. Then, not only that, but she waited outside my house (thankfully it was unlocked because Gaby hadn't left for work yet!) while I searched for and FOUND Chris' set of keys! He was miles and miles away, but quirkily enough, he keeps his keys for each car separate, and I FOUND his 4X4 keys on his dresser. Then my kindly angel actually took me BACK to my car and all is well! WHEW! I said to her, even though I knew it was a great imposition, that I was only letting her do that because it's something I would have done.
As a matter of fact, I haven't told Chris yet. So if you're reading this, YOU know before HE does. I think I'll wait until he's fed and rested before I fess up!
I'll send some photos next time. I just thought this was interesting enough (and traumatic enough) to blog about! Happy endings are wonderful, aren't they?
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