Keepin’ It Real Thursday: When locked outside in the rain….
I missed blogging yesterday.
It was one of those crazy, insanely busy days where taking a breath successfully is an accomplishment. I did have an hour or so to sit down at my computer, but I spent my time on other things. I’m so enjoying the new project I’m working on. Can’t wait to share more about it soon.
BUT! Today is a new day. It’s calm, relaxing, and THURSDAY. My keep it real day. And this story definitely keeps it real.
Yesterday, I drove to Matt’s grandparents to drop Jeb off while I went to get a haircut. Gran and Grandpa live in an apartment community, so each time I pull up, Gran stands on her balcony and tosses me down the key to get in the front door. Easy enough, right?
But yesterday, since it was raining, I decided to enter the building a different, faster way after Gran threw me the key. I got a little turned around (so hard to believe, right?), but Gran found us quickly and told me the correct way to go. I dropped off Jeb, thanked Gran, and made my way back down the stairwell to the parking lot.
Only… when I opened the door, there was no parking lot. Instead, I found myself in a courtyard behind the apartment buildings. It took a moment for me to take in the scene. Too long apparently. Because by the time I realized I needed to grab the door, it shut behind me. Locked tight.
Now, ideally, this would have been me….
Isn’t she just so put together and prepared-for-the-worst looking?
But not me. Nope. It was more like… I was standing there. In a courtyard. No umbrella. No phone. No overhead covering. It is raining. Hard. I am in a white shirt and sandals. And I am surrounded by more apartment buildings on every side. No way out that I can see other than knocking on some little old person’s door which I did NOT want to do.
I stood for a second, thinking, “Well, now isn’t this something that would only happen to you, Angela?” Stunned by my own genius. Finally I decided I had to do something. I ran across the courtyard… in the wet grass… and finally saw a way out. When I emerged, I was in the parking lot on the back side of the apartments.
My car was on the OTHER side.
So I began jogging on the sidewalk through the rain, (only if you know me well will you find the absolute hilarity in that sentence) and finally made it to my car.
I was a drowned rat. In a see-through shirt.
The moral of the story? Even if it’s raining out, take the route you know.
Well… it’s either that or, Always have your cell phone.
Yeah, I think it’s the second one.
What?? No Pics!! If you are going to share Ang…then share it all!! LOL – Your ‘real’ life is just too much FUNNY!!!
I thought about it, Cindy! But I don’t think I could have posted them. I was pretty pitiful!
I found your blog some time ago through a mutual friend of ours – Sarah Ward. I’ve never commented, but had to finally tell you that of all the blogs I read (and it’s a lot) yours has to be my favorite.
Even though you don’t know me, thanks for always making me smile (and at times, cry!) HA! You are a great writer and so interesting. I enjoy checking in on your blog each day!
Awww, thanks, Chrissy. That means a lot. Thank you so much. I needed to read that today!
I think it is the second one as well. A few weeks ago, I pull into the garage with 4 kids, a Redbox movie and some fast food. I tell my older kids to go straight in and take showers and I will give Nash one and then we will eat. Everyone gets out and actually does what I asked (uncommon that they ALL do what I ask), so I finish gathering items from the van. I walk over to the door and turn and it is locked. I knew it was Nash, so I yell for him to come unlock-he doesn’t come. I remember I have my phone, I call the house and yell into the machine, hoping someone can hear me-no one comes. Nash eventually (10 minutes later) showed his sad face, and his little bottom might still be red (it was not his first time to lock me out). The phone would have helped if just one person could have heard me:)
That is hilarious! SO something Jeb would do!
Well, maybe you saved the girl who cuts your hair from having to WASH it first!
Ha! Meredith, she DIDN’T!