Marty Remembers to Lock the Door
Saturday morning Marty and I were in the basement getting our clothes for the day. Marty had to leave right away for his fencing class and went upstairs. I heard him drive off a few minutes later.
I went up the stairs and tried to open the door. Tried it again and again. This time Marty remembered to lock the door. He locked me in the basement!
Fortunately we have a door that goes out to the yard, so I wasn't trapped per se. I went next door and asked Terri if I could use her phone to call Marty. My neighbors thought it was hilarious.
Fortunately the fencing club is just minutes away and Marty hadn't started teaching his class yet so was still close enough to his cell phone to hear it ring. When he said hello, I just said, "Hello honey. It would be very nice if you get your butt home to let me out of the basement".
I also called work to tell them I would be a bit late (was supposed to be there in a half hour) because Marty locked me in the basement. When I did get to work (only ten minutes late), all my co-workers were laughing about my dilemma. I'm glad I brought such humor to their morning.
Later that day, Marty had another housekey made that we will hide somewhere in the yard so I can unlock the front door and get into the main part of the house if such a thing ever occurs again.
Did I get angry? Naw, not at all. Marty tends to forget locking that door. How can I get angry when he remembers? Besides, I have locked Marty in the basement (oops), but...I was always home to let him upstairs, never left him stranded down there.
I can tease Marty about this for years. I'll be 98 years old, sitting at my craft table and will say, "Marty, remember when you locked me in the basement?" I bet he will be just as embarrassed as he was yesterday.
I went up the stairs and tried to open the door. Tried it again and again. This time Marty remembered to lock the door. He locked me in the basement!
Fortunately we have a door that goes out to the yard, so I wasn't trapped per se. I went next door and asked Terri if I could use her phone to call Marty. My neighbors thought it was hilarious.
Fortunately the fencing club is just minutes away and Marty hadn't started teaching his class yet so was still close enough to his cell phone to hear it ring. When he said hello, I just said, "Hello honey. It would be very nice if you get your butt home to let me out of the basement".
I also called work to tell them I would be a bit late (was supposed to be there in a half hour) because Marty locked me in the basement. When I did get to work (only ten minutes late), all my co-workers were laughing about my dilemma. I'm glad I brought such humor to their morning.
Later that day, Marty had another housekey made that we will hide somewhere in the yard so I can unlock the front door and get into the main part of the house if such a thing ever occurs again.
Did I get angry? Naw, not at all. Marty tends to forget locking that door. How can I get angry when he remembers? Besides, I have locked Marty in the basement (oops), but...I was always home to let him upstairs, never left him stranded down there.
I can tease Marty about this for years. I'll be 98 years old, sitting at my craft table and will say, "Marty, remember when you locked me in the basement?" I bet he will be just as embarrassed as he was yesterday.
posted by Stephanie @ 7:51 PM
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