In order to break up our daily grind, the New Yorker and I thought it would be a good idea to go out for brunch this morning. We could have some coffee, gossip and talk about the business for the week. Also, I had a gift certificate for a brunch buffet, which meant free eats.
This morning started off harmless enough. I actually got up on time, took a shower and got out to the car punctually at 8:30am. I walked to my car and looked in my purse. Garage door opener. Check. Office keys. Check. Car keys . . . wait a minute. Now where could those be? They are on my key ring with my house key of course, which at that moment was sitting in the hallway on the sideboard. I turned around and looked at the locked front door. I walked around the house and discovered that back door was locked, and the shades were down. Hmm.
Realizing that I had no way into my house and no way into my car, I knew that I had to call someone. The German was in the middle of teaching class, so he could not come home. Then I remembered that my in-laws have a key to the house, so I called them. Unfortunately, my father-in-law had just left for a doctor's appointment but my mother-in-law promised to come over as soon as he got home. I then called and cancelled with the New Yorker. And then I waited.
By 9am I was starving, so I walked into town and had brunch at a local bakery and then I did a little window shopping. I arrived back at home at 10:30am and sat in the basement, which I could get into thanks to the garage door opener. After going through my day planner and playing with my cell phone, my in-laws arrived at 11:30am. Thank goodness!
This has never happened to me before. I am happy to report that I stayed calm the entire time and then sent the German an SMS (text message). He called me immediately in a panic. After explaining the situation, he said, "We really need to put a copy of the house key somewhere outside." "Gee, sweetie, you think?"
Don't you just love Mondays.