I got online last night and Lori sent me a message asking what I was doing. I was doing what I do every Monday, thinking about doing laundery and not doing it. Her friend, Jason was playing at Adair's, which is a hole in the wall country bar in Deep Ellum. We went, had a beer, shot the shit and listened to some music. I'm not a big country fan, but the guys performing were very good so I enjoyed it. I also met Jason's friend, Jason. No problem remembering names there. I had lots of fun, but since I had to be here at 8 a.m.(ish), I got up to go around midnight.
As I went to leave, I realized that I didn't know where my keys were. I double and triple checked my purse, all the while knowing that I must have locked them in the truck. And I remembered locking the door, which I do 90% of the time. AND I remembered rollin up the windows, which I rarely ever did, but I have for the past 2 weeks with all the rain every damn day. I walk out and sure enough, they're dangling from the ignition. I consider waking up Kris, but I can hear her snoring in my head. So I get a hanger from the back of my truck and try to squeeze my hand into the less than 2"" crack I left open. I managed, but I couldn't reach the lock and then I dropped the hanger. Fortunately, I have a small yard sale in the back of my truck so I got another. I look around and wonder where the police are and if they'll believe my Mexican ass is breaking into my own vehicle. I unwound the hanger and lengthened the hook. I took a deep breath, channeled Eric's crane machine skills and went after the keys. After 4 or 5 tries, I finally hooked them. I prayed not to drop them as I pulled them out through the window. I got them out, did a little dance and took myself home.
It's been a rough morning, but I think my caffeine is kicking in so I can actually get some work done now.
FYI: I'm off Wednesday if anyone wants to go out tonight.
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