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If this doesn't make you smile, then we need to have a serious conversation
Yesterday - Monday, 8/22... Tasarwen and I had been out to Seattle for a week. Got a lot of things done, visited with our son, etc. Very pleasant trip, but very tiring.
We left yesterday morning, almost an hour later than we had intended, but hey, we were on vacation. I drive the first leg, Tasarwen drives the second, which ends in Spokane at a Taco Bell restaurant that just happens to have some very nice shade trees in their parking lot. Then I drive the last leg home. We ran in and got our lunch to go.
It was pretty warm, 93-ish, maybe a little more, so when we got back with lunch, we started the car and turned on the air conditioner, to keep Bonnie, our cat, from suffering too badly. She's got a pretty heavy fur coat, that she can't really take off, you see. So Bonnie was in the car, and Tasarwen and I were standing outside, eating our yummies.
I had walked over and talked to a young man who was trailering a very cute little sail boat - we had passed him a few miles back - and he had pulled into the same Taco Bell, for gas and lunch. We chatted for 3 or 4 minutes about the boat, etc. Nice kid. Have a good trip. Yak, yak, yak.
When I got back to our car, we decided I'd move the car over to the adjacent gas station to fill up, and Tasarwen would walk across to the coffee shop to get me a cup of tea (one of those well-ingrained after lunch habits of mine.)
Uhhhh, "Tasarwen, see if that door (on the other side of the car) is locked, please." She must have seen the panic in my eyes! Oh yes, the car is locked up tight, running, A/C on, Bonnie in the car. Both cell phones in the car. Oh no.
I trotted off, over to the the gas station, where the sail boat guy was still cleaning his windshield. "Say, would you happen to have a cell phone you would let me use? Please!!! My car has locked itself up, with the keys in it."
Fortunately, some mysterious force had prompted me to put my AAA card in my pocket with my driver's license yesterday morning, so I was able to call for help. They said they would be there in a jiffy.
I thanked Jason (something,) the young fellow with the boat, profusely. He was driving to New Jersey, taking some of his things (and boat) to his home, from Seattle where he had grown up.
By the time I got back to the car, two young fellows were looking into the car, talking to Bonnie. They were Taco Bell employees who had come out to see if they could help. Another pair of very nice young guys. One wound up on one side of the car, me and the other one on the other side (by this time, Tasarwen had gone to get my tea, which I would Really need after all this stress .) The fellow on the other side of the car was talking to Bonnie - she was standing up on the driver's seat, talking back.
And suddenly, the passenger window rolled down. About 3 inches. Bonnie had stood on the window switch and rolled the window down! "Good cat. Good cat. Do it again." Of course, that prompted an understanding of the origin of this whole thing. Bonnie had stood on the switches and locked the car.
Well, the window was down a bit, but nobody's arm was sufficiently long or skinny enough to reach the door unlock switch. If only I had a stick!
I looked around, and there it was under some bushes.
The rest of the story is anticlimactic. Yes, we got the door open, rescued the cat, got the keys, etc, and had a safe rest of the way home.
Thank You, Lord - for giving us such a smart cat , and providing a stick.
If this doesn't make you smile, then we need to have a serious conversation
Yesterday - Monday, 8/22... Tasarwen and I had been out to Seattle for a week. Got a lot of things done, visited with our son, etc. Very pleasant trip, but very tiring.
We left yesterday morning, almost an hour later than we had intended, but hey, we were on vacation. I drive the first leg, Tasarwen drives the second, which ends in Spokane at a Taco Bell restaurant that just happens to have some very nice shade trees in their parking lot. Then I drive the last leg home. We ran in and got our lunch to go.
It was pretty warm, 93-ish, maybe a little more, so when we got back with lunch, we started the car and turned on the air conditioner, to keep Bonnie, our cat, from suffering too badly. She's got a pretty heavy fur coat, that she can't really take off, you see. So Bonnie was in the car, and Tasarwen and I were standing outside, eating our yummies.
I had walked over and talked to a young man who was trailering a very cute little sail boat - we had passed him a few miles back - and he had pulled into the same Taco Bell, for gas and lunch. We chatted for 3 or 4 minutes about the boat, etc. Nice kid. Have a good trip. Yak, yak, yak.
When I got back to our car, we decided I'd move the car over to the adjacent gas station to fill up, and Tasarwen would walk across to the coffee shop to get me a cup of tea (one of those well-ingrained after lunch habits of mine.)
Uhhhh, "Tasarwen, see if that door (on the other side of the car) is locked, please." She must have seen the panic in my eyes! Oh yes, the car is locked up tight, running, A/C on, Bonnie in the car. Both cell phones in the car. Oh no.
I trotted off, over to the the gas station, where the sail boat guy was still cleaning his windshield. "Say, would you happen to have a cell phone you would let me use? Please!!! My car has locked itself up, with the keys in it."
Fortunately, some mysterious force had prompted me to put my AAA card in my pocket with my driver's license yesterday morning, so I was able to call for help. They said they would be there in a jiffy.
I thanked Jason (something,) the young fellow with the boat, profusely. He was driving to New Jersey, taking some of his things (and boat) to his home, from Seattle where he had grown up.
By the time I got back to the car, two young fellows were looking into the car, talking to Bonnie. They were Taco Bell employees who had come out to see if they could help. Another pair of very nice young guys. One wound up on one side of the car, me and the other one on the other side (by this time, Tasarwen had gone to get my tea, which I would Really need after all this stress
.) The fellow on the other side of the car was talking to Bonnie - she was standing up on the driver's seat, talking back.And suddenly, the passenger window rolled down. About 3 inches. Bonnie had stood on the window switch and rolled the window down! "Good cat. Good cat. Do it again." Of course, that prompted an understanding of the origin of this whole thing. Bonnie had stood on the switches and locked the car.
Well, the window was down a bit, but nobody's arm was sufficiently long or skinny enough to reach the door unlock switch. If only I had a stick!
I looked around, and there it was under some bushes.
The rest of the story is anticlimactic. Yes, we got the door open, rescued the cat, got the keys, etc, and had a safe rest of the way home.
Thank You, Lord - for giving us such a smart cat
, and providing a stick.
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