Trapped Like a Rat!!!!
After I got the Sole-F63 Fighter Treadmill home on Saturday, we put the old treadmill in the van to take to Shauna's, but our schedules never matched up to get it over there until yesterday (Monday). Ty had football from 5:00 p.m. until whenever they were darn well ready to let him go. So Shauna and I went to happy hour at Kilroy's and then headed home to wait for Ty to be done with training so we could pick him up and have him help us unload the treadmill over at Shauna's place.
I took care of Scotty and got changed and then we settled in to watch some dumb sitcoms until Ty called to be picked up. He finally called and let me know he was done, so Shauna said she'd go get him and meet me at her house. She walked out of the den and I got Mia (cat) out of the den and closed the door to keep her out while I picked up a few things and turned off the television. (Be patient, I'm getting there).
When I turned around to leave the den, I noticed that the door knob was lying on the floor. For some reason, no one has been able to figure out how to make the two pieces of the door knob stay together and it falls apart all the time.
The door is glass, so as I looked through the door I could see that the other side of the doorknob - tragically the half with the part that actually makes the door open - was laying on the floor . . . . on the OTHER side of the door. The side that I was not on.
I spun around to grab my phone to stop Shauna before she was too far away. No phone. I once again glanced through the glass . . . to see my phone on the hall table - on the OTHER side of the door - that I was not on. I spun around again trying to find a house phone. Of course there isn't a house phone on my side of the door. So I'm standing there, looking through the glass, at the half of the door knob that I need to open the door and at the phone that I need to call someone for help . . . This is all pretty much in a split second, but long enough for me to realize how ridiculous the whole situation is.
I jumped up on the couch to get to the window and try to get it open to see if I could still catch Shauna. She was just driving away, thankfully with the window open. I whistled and yelled for her to stop. A miracle, she heard me. So she idled in the middle of the road, waiting for me to tell her what I stopped her for. I yelled, "Come in the house!!!" She sat, still just looking at me and waiting for me to tell her why. I said, "PARK. THE. CAR. AND. COME. IN. TO. THE. HOUSE!!!"
She finally got it and did what I asked. She took her time - practically moseyed . . . . I stood on my side of the door waiting for her to eventually make it in the house and downstairs to the other side of the door. She got to the bottom of the stairs and looked at me through the glass. I looked back at her and then at the floor on her side of the door where the knob was laying and gave her a minute for everything to sink in. Then I pointed to my phone.
We both laughed until we cried as she was springing me from the den.
If she hadn't heard me, she would have picked up Ty and gone to her house. I wouldn't have been there (obviously). She would have called, I would have listened to the phone ring through the door. And until she had thought to come find me or Maura got home (almost two hours later), I would have been sitting in the den watching dumb sitcoms and waiting for someone to let me out. Or I could have tried to crawl through the tiny window that would have dumped me out of the house at ground level . . . . I'm happy I didn't have to do either of those things. :)
I took care of Scotty and got changed and then we settled in to watch some dumb sitcoms until Ty called to be picked up. He finally called and let me know he was done, so Shauna said she'd go get him and meet me at her house. She walked out of the den and I got Mia (cat) out of the den and closed the door to keep her out while I picked up a few things and turned off the television. (Be patient, I'm getting there).
When I turned around to leave the den, I noticed that the door knob was lying on the floor. For some reason, no one has been able to figure out how to make the two pieces of the door knob stay together and it falls apart all the time.
The door is glass, so as I looked through the door I could see that the other side of the doorknob - tragically the half with the part that actually makes the door open - was laying on the floor . . . . on the OTHER side of the door. The side that I was not on.
I spun around to grab my phone to stop Shauna before she was too far away. No phone. I once again glanced through the glass . . . to see my phone on the hall table - on the OTHER side of the door - that I was not on. I spun around again trying to find a house phone. Of course there isn't a house phone on my side of the door. So I'm standing there, looking through the glass, at the half of the door knob that I need to open the door and at the phone that I need to call someone for help . . . This is all pretty much in a split second, but long enough for me to realize how ridiculous the whole situation is.
I jumped up on the couch to get to the window and try to get it open to see if I could still catch Shauna. She was just driving away, thankfully with the window open. I whistled and yelled for her to stop. A miracle, she heard me. So she idled in the middle of the road, waiting for me to tell her what I stopped her for. I yelled, "Come in the house!!!" She sat, still just looking at me and waiting for me to tell her why. I said, "PARK. THE. CAR. AND. COME. IN. TO. THE. HOUSE!!!"
She finally got it and did what I asked. She took her time - practically moseyed . . . . I stood on my side of the door waiting for her to eventually make it in the house and downstairs to the other side of the door. She got to the bottom of the stairs and looked at me through the glass. I looked back at her and then at the floor on her side of the door where the knob was laying and gave her a minute for everything to sink in. Then I pointed to my phone.
We both laughed until we cried as she was springing me from the den.
If she hadn't heard me, she would have picked up Ty and gone to her house. I wouldn't have been there (obviously). She would have called, I would have listened to the phone ring through the door. And until she had thought to come find me or Maura got home (almost two hours later), I would have been sitting in the den watching dumb sitcoms and waiting for someone to let me out. Or I could have tried to crawl through the tiny window that would have dumped me out of the house at ground level . . . . I'm happy I didn't have to do either of those things. :)