So yesterday, I was in a hurry (because I was late--go figure) on my way to go have a potluck lunch with my aunts and Grandma Flake, and just as I pulled onto the 17, I discovered that we were running rather low on fuel. Right then, I noticed, just off the freeway, a QT advertising gas at a lower price than any I'd seen earlier, so I decided that I'd pull over and get gas, just to be safe.
I stopped at the pump, and thought, "well, I don't need my keys, since I'll be standing right here next to the car, so I won't lock it..."
The next moment, when I went to open the door, I realized that somehow, I had inadvertantly locked the door. STUPID!! So, I stood for a moment, gazing longingly at my keys, cell phone, and purse that were all sitting right there on the passenger seat, mocking my absent-mindedness...and decided that since that was a little bit less-effective, I would go in and see if maybe the QT workers would take pity on a 7-month-pregnant idiot.
They were kind and understanding (enough), and let me use their phone for no charge...but since I don't memorize phone numbers any more (they're all in my cell phone, right?), the only number I knew anymore (at least, for someone who didn't live 4 hours' drive away) was Steve's cell. So I dialed it, and he didn't pick up. (He never picks up his cell phone at work, and I knew this in advance). So I left a message, and just decided to irritate the heck out of him until he finally picked up the phone. 6 calls later, he picked up...and I was so relieved I nearly started crying then and there. To be perfectly honest, up to the point of where I had to explain it to my husband and get him all stressed out, I was actually quite good at laughing at the situation--I could definitely see the humor in it as it applied to me, but as soon as I had to impose on someone else, that's when the guilt and frustration kicked in.
However, I quickly explained the situation to him, and we both realized that he didn't even have his keys with him (since I had the car, he didn't take his car or house keys with him to work), so he couldn't even get into the apartment to get the car keys, considering the unlikely event that he could even find someone willing to take him all the way back to the apartment and then to come pick me up at some random gas station by the freeway.
So, enter the hero of the day. Steve decided to call his mom, and Mom Busch just happened to have an extra copy of our car key (thank goodness for my foresighted husband!), and she was willing to drive all the way across town to come bring it to me!! Am I lucky or what?
Oh, and I did end up making it to the potluck lunch, (although everyone had eaten by the time I got there, there was still plenty of food left) and had a ball sitting and talking for WAAAY too long to my aunts and Grandma, as well as playing with Kayla's baby.
So, moral of the story:
Make sure to stay on good terms with your mother-in-law. You never know when you're going to need her to bail you out of a tough spot!! :)
And, if you're ever going to lock yourself out of your car, December in Glendale, AZ, is probably the best time to do it. The weather was beautiful!!
I stopped at the pump, and thought, "well, I don't need my keys, since I'll be standing right here next to the car, so I won't lock it..."
The next moment, when I went to open the door, I realized that somehow, I had inadvertantly locked the door. STUPID!! So, I stood for a moment, gazing longingly at my keys, cell phone, and purse that were all sitting right there on the passenger seat, mocking my absent-mindedness...and decided that since that was a little bit less-effective, I would go in and see if maybe the QT workers would take pity on a 7-month-pregnant idiot.
They were kind and understanding (enough), and let me use their phone for no charge...but since I don't memorize phone numbers any more (they're all in my cell phone, right?), the only number I knew anymore (at least, for someone who didn't live 4 hours' drive away) was Steve's cell. So I dialed it, and he didn't pick up. (He never picks up his cell phone at work, and I knew this in advance). So I left a message, and just decided to irritate the heck out of him until he finally picked up the phone. 6 calls later, he picked up...and I was so relieved I nearly started crying then and there. To be perfectly honest, up to the point of where I had to explain it to my husband and get him all stressed out, I was actually quite good at laughing at the situation--I could definitely see the humor in it as it applied to me, but as soon as I had to impose on someone else, that's when the guilt and frustration kicked in.
However, I quickly explained the situation to him, and we both realized that he didn't even have his keys with him (since I had the car, he didn't take his car or house keys with him to work), so he couldn't even get into the apartment to get the car keys, considering the unlikely event that he could even find someone willing to take him all the way back to the apartment and then to come pick me up at some random gas station by the freeway.
So, enter the hero of the day. Steve decided to call his mom, and Mom Busch just happened to have an extra copy of our car key (thank goodness for my foresighted husband!), and she was willing to drive all the way across town to come bring it to me!! Am I lucky or what?
Oh, and I did end up making it to the potluck lunch, (although everyone had eaten by the time I got there, there was still plenty of food left) and had a ball sitting and talking for WAAAY too long to my aunts and Grandma, as well as playing with Kayla's baby.
So, moral of the story:
Make sure to stay on good terms with your mother-in-law. You never know when you're going to need her to bail you out of a tough spot!! :)
And, if you're ever going to lock yourself out of your car, December in Glendale, AZ, is probably the best time to do it. The weather was beautiful!!
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