Locked Out in Underwear!

You expected stories from my trip, and here is #1. Oh dear.

To make things worse, I was about to go get some laundry out of the dryer inside so I was currently in only my underwear… and I was now locked in the garage… GREAT.

Luckily, I found Will’s motorcycle pants lying around and a dirty t-shirt. Better than just underwear if I was to go outside? I figured the best. So I opened the garage, and walked around the house, tried all the doors… no luck. I came back in and figured I could pick the lock? I looked around for something and then saw a droor that said “picks”. Whoa, awesome! Unfortunately I have no idea how to use one, so I tried for a quick minute, and then accepted my failure. I didn’t want to break a lock in this whole embarassing process. Now, when I was fiddiling with the lock, of course someone is walking their dog by, and I say “hi”. Akward… anyways, I give up.

It’s 11:30am… Will comes home around 5? I only have to wait 5+ hours, and I avoid public embarassment, and don’t cause any damage. I lay around for an hour, soak up some sun… this isn’t working. I came up with a good idea, I could call him… IF i knew his number… and IF I could actually make a call. I heard the man across the street talking and decided to go over and introduce myself and explain the situation. He realized I was the guy who had the Virginia car this weekend and luckily believed my story. I then went in and had a little conversation while he booted up a OLD Windows 98 computer and used dial up. I even saw a blue screen of death… but… this is my only option.

So, I am pleasant with him, he’s very kind to allow me to use his computer and I find an email from Will with his cell phone number. I call him and he tells me how I can get in! Yay! Saved! So nearly 2 hours after I am locked out, I get back in. So, now it’s 4pm and I’m heading off the the grocery store than Chicago. CRAZY!