The Key Quest
I should perhaps finally learn how to break into houses.
Or rather, how to break into the house I live in.
I had a key odyssey today. When the door fell shut behind me in the morning, I immediately realized I had forgotten my keys. But since I was in a hurry (hence the forgetting the keys issue), I didn't give it much thought and went calmly to my tutor kid.
When I went home, I had all but forgotten about The Missing Key. So when I was within eyesight of the house, it struck me like a lightning.
However, bright soul I am, I decided that my mother, awesome that she is, would have a key in the garage for me to use (since I regularly forget my keys). I went looking for said key only to be confronted with the consternating realization that there was, in fact, no key waiting for me. I then played with the thought of at least getting into the garden (I had to, quite frankly, pee) and decide what to do where I was not being surveyed by people I couldn't see (read: windows).
Noticing the huge pile of garden chairs piled up in front of the garage window and the fridge standing right in front of said window, I decided to abandon this road.
I then proceeded to call my Guardian Angel to help me out of this quite unfortunate situation. Meaning, I rang the bell and hoped for Leo to come down and open the door for me.
For several minutes and rings, all I got was a desperate barking and whining from said dog who seemed to be glued to the first floor window.
After some rings, Leo actually did come down to the ground floor and into the small room between the door and the living room. I thought I was saved!
But instead of opening the door, Leo continued whining and barking, altering between sitting back, wagging his tail as if he was asking, "why aren't you coming in? I'm bored!" and lying down in his "I am going to catch that cat, ohhhh yes..." stance.
I thought a miracle was happening when he actually answered to my "up, up, up" and sat up and begged.
However, his paws were at least one meter away from the doorknob.
I gave up and in to the temptation to ring at our neighbour's. I was allowed to call my mother, who then gave me my father's cell phone number, whom I then called to be told "will be with you in 30 minutes", and call my mother again to tell her I was going to be picked up by my father.
He came, as promised, and drove me to my mother's work place where I got her key. We returned, he dropped me again in front of the house, and went back to his girlfriend's.
While he was already driving away, I was hit by the mortifying realization that I could not find the key I had just fetched. I was frantic. I had lost my mother's key. I still had to pee, but there was no way I was ringing at our neighbour's again. Mrs. Neighbour had told me they would be going on a short trip around two, and it was two by then.
I ran across the street to the nice people from across to ask whether I might be able to call because I was in some kind of really big, nasty trouble.
While I was waiting for someone to answer the door (who never came; I suspect they were out, too), my father returned. I thought he had perhaps found the key, but he just wanted to have my card... The look on his face when I told him I had lost the key was priceless. We looked through my jacket, the car floor, the seats, only to find the key in this whatsitcalled box inside the door. I cannot remember putting the key in there, but there it was.
I really did not know whether to cry or to laugh. I decided to laugh, opened the door, gave my father the card he wanted, and made myself something to eat.
I decided for lasagne because I needed something I really like. Lasagne is one of the dishes I really like, among Okonomiyaki, Udon and Broccoli.
The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully.
I got a hot chocolate from my mother tonight =D I can do everything else, but she has to put in the spices. It wouldn't be the same if I added them =D
Or rather, how to break into the house I live in.
I had a key odyssey today. When the door fell shut behind me in the morning, I immediately realized I had forgotten my keys. But since I was in a hurry (hence the forgetting the keys issue), I didn't give it much thought and went calmly to my tutor kid.
When I went home, I had all but forgotten about The Missing Key. So when I was within eyesight of the house, it struck me like a lightning.
However, bright soul I am, I decided that my mother, awesome that she is, would have a key in the garage for me to use (since I regularly forget my keys). I went looking for said key only to be confronted with the consternating realization that there was, in fact, no key waiting for me. I then played with the thought of at least getting into the garden (I had to, quite frankly, pee) and decide what to do where I was not being surveyed by people I couldn't see (read: windows).
Noticing the huge pile of garden chairs piled up in front of the garage window and the fridge standing right in front of said window, I decided to abandon this road.
I then proceeded to call my Guardian Angel to help me out of this quite unfortunate situation. Meaning, I rang the bell and hoped for Leo to come down and open the door for me.
For several minutes and rings, all I got was a desperate barking and whining from said dog who seemed to be glued to the first floor window.
After some rings, Leo actually did come down to the ground floor and into the small room between the door and the living room. I thought I was saved!
But instead of opening the door, Leo continued whining and barking, altering between sitting back, wagging his tail as if he was asking, "why aren't you coming in? I'm bored!" and lying down in his "I am going to catch that cat, ohhhh yes..." stance.
I thought a miracle was happening when he actually answered to my "up, up, up" and sat up and begged.
However, his paws were at least one meter away from the doorknob.
I gave up and in to the temptation to ring at our neighbour's. I was allowed to call my mother, who then gave me my father's cell phone number, whom I then called to be told "will be with you in 30 minutes", and call my mother again to tell her I was going to be picked up by my father.
He came, as promised, and drove me to my mother's work place where I got her key. We returned, he dropped me again in front of the house, and went back to his girlfriend's.
While he was already driving away, I was hit by the mortifying realization that I could not find the key I had just fetched. I was frantic. I had lost my mother's key. I still had to pee, but there was no way I was ringing at our neighbour's again. Mrs. Neighbour had told me they would be going on a short trip around two, and it was two by then.
I ran across the street to the nice people from across to ask whether I might be able to call because I was in some kind of really big, nasty trouble.
While I was waiting for someone to answer the door (who never came; I suspect they were out, too), my father returned. I thought he had perhaps found the key, but he just wanted to have my card... The look on his face when I told him I had lost the key was priceless. We looked through my jacket, the car floor, the seats, only to find the key in this whatsitcalled box inside the door. I cannot remember putting the key in there, but there it was.
I really did not know whether to cry or to laugh. I decided to laugh, opened the door, gave my father the card he wanted, and made myself something to eat.
I decided for lasagne because I needed something I really like. Lasagne is one of the dishes I really like, among Okonomiyaki, Udon and Broccoli.
The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully.
I got a hot chocolate from my mother tonight =D I can do everything else, but she has to put in the spices. It wouldn't be the same if I added them =D