Today was an interesting day. I woke up and decided to go out on the town (cambridge, doctor england)… but do I wear a long sleeve or short sleeve shirt? So I think to myself, symptoms “Maybe I will go outside to feel what it is like before I decide which shirt to wear and maybe I will lock myself out of the house while I am at it.” I didn’t really think that second part but it sure did happen. The fear set in as I heard the ‘click’ from the door behind me creating a rather large barrier between me and my cell phone. Realizing that I had seven hours before my host got home and the weather was definitely too cold to be wearing only pants and socks… I needed a game plan. So I scoured the fence to check all the windows and the back door… No luck! The mail man drops by and aside from having a good laugh he really isn’t very helpful. Hmmm, rheumatologist mail… hey, this mail has my hosts full name and address on it. Maybe if I walk (no, too cold to walk)… maybe if I run into town, I can find a post office that has her phone number? Ok, not very likely but it was just my first thought. Internet, maybe I can search the internet for her phone number. Ok, so now I need to get into town, and let me tell you… I will never complain about junk mail again because if you have enough of it, junk mail can make for a rather comfy shoe. So now, socks filled with junk mail I am almost ready to go out on the town. What can I use as a shirt? Well, there is a giant umbrella…. ummm, keep looking…. oohhh, a box that says “Don’t throw away” and what is inside… a shirt!!!! SWEET!!! Hmmm, this definitely isn’t a men’s shirt…. skin tight but it fits. Ok, let’s start jogging… about 2 miles and 4 giggling adults later, I have found internet and told my story well enough that she lets me borrow it and pay her another time. I find my hosts phone number and call her. What luck, she came home from work early… NOOOOOOOOO, she has been home the whole freaking time!!!! That’s right! She slept in and was still there when I locked myself out, making my day’s purpose to have a great story to share with you. 🙂
Moral of the story: When locked out of the house in only your pants & socks, try knocking before wearing junk mail as shoes & jogging into town.