Time to Slow Down
Monday, August 19, 2013
Okay, I admit that it has been a challenging summer. I admit that I have placed other people's needs before my own. So, I was super excited when I had a free Saturday just to take of me.
So after doing 20 minutes on my stationary bike, I took my car for some long overdue repair of my air conditioner. I was there bright and early when it opened at 8 AM. I was super pleased when they explained what the problem was and how much it would cost to repair it. I did not even mind that the part would not get delivered until 12 and would be ready pick up at 4 PM.
I had the repair shop drop me off at my mom's house and borrowed her car and went home and had a nice nap and puttered around the house.
After returning Mom's car, my dad dropped me off to pick up my car. The car was ready and the air condition worked. As I sat there in the auto repair lot, my phone rang and it was my brother. He needed my help get a new phone line. In true brother drama, this consisted of multiple calls which I made while sitting in my car in the auto repair parking lot.
The owner came over and asked me if everything was okay with the car and I pointed to the phone and told him the car was fine and mouthed "helping my brother". A few minutes passed and I saw him going to the gate. I hang up and head out to the gate only to discover that the owner had locked me in the fenced parking lot!
No phone number to contact him. No security number posted. Nothing. Just me in the parking lot trapped in with a high fence. So, I called 911. They sent a very nice looking uniformed police office. (I was trapped, not blind.) After explaining my situation, I asked if he ever encountered a situation like this before - and he said "with a straight face" - never. The gate was manually locked by some high security lock. He called another officer who had completed a pick lock course.
In the meantime. an employee came by because he forgot his wallet. He was not only surprised to see me trapped inside, but the shop closed. (Apparently, it closed early). However, he did not have the owner's home number, but went to the nearby businesses to see if they had the number.
By this time the police officer with the specialized lock picking training had been boosted over the fence and was trying to open a different lock with no success.
So, I called my brother and explained what happened. After he laughed way too long to my thinking, he said he was familiar with the lock (I did not ask why) and could open it with his welding equipment.
So I walked over to the police officers with his suggestion and just then, he received a call saying that the owner had been contacted and he was five minutes away. The owner information was not registered with the police department, but with the fire department.
The owner arrived, with his wife, apologized and I was freed. Oh, while I was wheeling away, I overheard the officers scolding the owner about leaving there and not registering with the police department. I hope he does not get fine or something, because I know it was not intentional and he does great repairs at good price.
I realize that I would not have been trapped if I paying better attention and trying to help my brother. I was waffling on whether to cancel my upcoming vacation to do the things at home that was postponed because I was taking care of Mom. No brainer, now. Home can wait. Vacation here I come.