What a day!

11-12-03

Have you ever had one of those days? One where you wish you could just roll over and rewind back to--oh, I don’t know, maybe back to the night before when you were actually supposed to turn your alarm on? I have...especially on a day like today.

I left for work this morning. (I overslept. I never oversleep like this. I woke up at 5:45AM. I’m usually at the store by 5:00AM at the latest.) That should have warned me of what this day may hold.

I rolled down the windows to clear the dew off of them, only to find that now the motor is going out on the rear passenger side window. (Well gee, haven‘t they had to fix the driver side front window twice already?) I finally got the window up about four miles up the road. In hind sight, I wish I had left it down. LOL. I swear this is going to be the last Chevrolet I ever own.

Thank the good Lord for extended warranties. Who would have thought you’d need one on a new car?

Live and learn and then get...no wait, that’s a commercial for something else.

Anyway, I ran register until about 9:00AM, at which time Justin came in. (Justin is my cashier. Not that I ‘own‘ Justin, I just claim him. Perhaps you would have to know Justin to understand the impact of that statement, but that‘s another story.) I ran to my office where I hurried through my paperwork so I could get to the bank, then take over register again so Justin could paint ‘The Cat in The Hat’ for the display and picture for the Hershey/Cat in The Hat contest that my company is running this month.

Arriving back from the bank, I found the parking lot was total chaos, as usual. I could barely get to the on ramp part of the drive. I made my way through to the only parking space that was left. NO ONE knows how to park a car between the lines, gotta park on them, ya know? So I had to squeeze out on the drivers side, leaving my purse and the bank bag (with a few hundred dollars of change) on the passenger side seat. I would go around to retrieve them, since there was more room on that side. (That person, as well as myself, had the middle of the parking space thing figured out!) I hit the all-unlock button on the door and went around to get my stuff. Had I actually hit the all-lock button instead of unlock? You guessed right! (#!?%&!$)

Anyway, now I am looking at the car door in total disbelief. Shaking my head, I look at the money bag and my purse, not to mention my cell phone, my pager, my everything on the passenger seat. I have never, ever, EVER, locked myself out of the car, and this was the most inopportune time to have done such a thing.

Justin looked out the side door and asked me what was wrong. I yelled at him (so he could hear me over traffic noise, not yelling to be yelling) to call that locksmith a customer had used yesterday. He started laughing and came out to see if he would be able to break in. He soon determined he’d do too much damage to my car if he tried and went to call the locksmith as I had originally requested. HELLLLOOOO!!!


The locksmith says he’ll be there in about a half hour. I’m like great, more time wasted.

Justin says, “So why are you just hanging out around your car and not coming back in the store?” (He was anxious to get painting)

“Justin, I can’t leave the car because the money is right there in plain view.”

“Gina, your car is locked.”

“Justin, people break windows. That money is my responsibility. I have to stay with the car.”

The locksmith pulls up (about 45 minutes later) and says, “Where is the person and the car?”

I looked at him and said, “That would be me and the car is right here.

He says, “Oh no.”

“What’s the problem?”

“These are hard to break into.”

Well, while that is a nice thought, it doesn’t sound very great at that moment!

Then he sees the money bag and says, “You should have told them that it was an emergency.”

I looked at Justin, who quietly re-entered the store.


WHAT really gripes me about all of this is that a few months back I paid over $100 to get the little electronic key things. You know, the one that unlocks the door, opens the trunk, sets the alarm... Where was it? In my purse on the front seat. I have got to work on that.

The moral of the story is: Haste not only makes waste, it can be very costly as well. I had better win this darn contest!!! LOL

Anyway...there you have it, my first short story...I only put it here because everyone who hears the story is so amused by it, that they say I should put it here...so there ya have it...but I am finding more and more experiences such as this keep happening these days...maybe I will share more...we’ll see! Perhaps you can help me make this decision in the way you rate this little tale...

And in case you are wondering, I promise, it is true...although I wish it weren’t!