I'm going to smile retelling this story.
I will start by saying that it takes me an hour to get to work. I should leave the house by 6:45. That gives me plenty of time to drive the speed limit and not worry about traffic. It takes almost 25 minutes to get to my mother-in-laws house, five to ten to get the boys in there and settled down and another 20 minutes to work. I should also say that I never get to leave MY house at 6:45.
So, I needed to get gas this morning. (Yes, I should have done it last night when I had more time.) I left the house at 6:50 and went to the BP on Hwy. 411. I took the keys out of the ignition, and locked the doors. (I usually just turn the van off and hop out, but due to a Honda glitch, and Sam being a door opener, I took them out and put them next to my cell phone.) I got out and start pumping gas and decided to clean the back window. I squeaked by the open door and get the squeegee. Squeaking back by my open door I go to clean off the back window. Click goes the gas handle and I put the squeegee back. It's then that I notice that I didn't quite "squeak" by the open door, I accidentally bumped it shut. I've just locked my 2 and a half year old in the van. Well, he knows how to unlock things so I didn't panic. I convince him to unbuckle and get into the front seat. During that process he kicked my coffee over and it spilled all over some borrowed shorts and all over the floor. I started by saying, "Sam honey, unlock the door for mommy." He played with the blinker, the CD changer and every button he can reach. Instead of unlocking the door he mashes the button down a few times just so I know that he has NO idea of that I'm asking him to do. I walked into the gas station and borrowed their phone to call Scott. He's wasn't home I hoped he hadn't made it to work already. Luckily he answered his cell and was pretty close. He pulls in, rolls down the window and hands me his keys. At that very moment, Sam goes to the passenger window and leans on the arm rest unlocking the doors.
I was only 7 minutes late to work.
OH, yuk. If it helps, I've locked mine in before, as has Louise. Just like to throw her under the bus anytime I can. :)
ReplyDeleteAs for your coworkers, don't let it bother you. They can just remain in the co-worker category and never know what a great friend they are missing!