So, I don’t know how it’s going with you, but I’m now ready for this week to come to an end. First, I dropped a 20 pound wooden box filled with spices – ON MY HEAD. Crazy! I have a big lump on top, and my neck is achy, and I’m a little dizzy when I lean my brain too far from vertical in any direction- but at least there was no bleeding. Oh, I did manage to catch a grapefruit-sized bruise on my leg. Yay. Hey, the box did not get dented or smash to the floor! The spices were saved!
Then, a couple of days later…I locked myself out of the house. No spare key. No cell phone. Like I would have any idea who to call. Thank goodness I found one window unlocked. After propping open the window with a convenient stick, I had to climb under a storm window and over a very pointy-ish aluminum frame. With my dizzy head. Yay again.
I think it will be a very good weekend to stay home, in one position. After a trip to the hardware store for a spare key. But not YOU – You need to come down to our sidewalk sale. The tent is in place, and the skids, and they are loading in the merchandise – I hear that some items are priced so low we’re arming staff with super-soaker water guns in case the frenzy gets out of control! The fire department does not want us using extinguishers after…well, they just don’t. The sale starts at 9 a.m. tomorrow and goes right on through til 4 p.m. Monday.
Also, don’t forget about the book signing with Sevier County author Nita Fox and Christmas Place artist Andrea Wallace! Captain Benjamin Dale would make a perfect stocking stuffer for any little readers on your Christmas list.
Be careful out there, people. It’s a crazy mad wonderful world! And it’s almost Monday!
~Janet @ The Christmas Place (the one carrying the extra big set of keys and concrete umbrella)
Well, Jane, I mean Janet..LOL, you certainly had a rough time there. I will admit that I have been in a recent jam and considering we both are employed by Christmas Place, I felt sort of a common ground, no pun intended. I locked my keys in my car just recently. Now, after leaving work at 10:20 pm or so, there are not alot of people left around. Though if we extended our hours even to midnight I think people would find a reason to shop!! (Careful Andrea says to self..haha!) So, here I am with arms loaded and tired looking forward to my 5 min drive home! I am one of the lucky ones I suppose. I reach down and dangling from the keyhole is my overcrowded keychain. I think I have at least 10 keys on there and I only use maybe 4?Minus the troll doll and photo keyring of me and my honey bunch! Sorry I tend to digress! Anyhoo, so I dig deep to find my cell and call my parents. I am 36 and yes, I still call my parents in time of need. Skip the boyfriend, he would just fuss at me. After 30 minutes of trying to reach a locksmith, my mother returns my call saying they are on their way. At this point I am just relieved and hoping I have enough cash in my purse to pay them. In my mind I am thinking maybe he will feel sorry for me being blonde and all!HAHA! Well,I feel I am entitled to one blonde moment a day! So I sit patiently on the employee bench and suddenly realize, where at first I felt safe, the lights go out. You know darkness makes everyone alittle nervous. There is some light so I am fine until I hear the parking lot sweeper quickly driving up beside the employee area. Have you ever noticed how fast those guys drive? Geez, watch out! Being the dramatic that I am, I tend to cringe as he stops. He kindly hangs his head out the window and yells “Having car trouble??” Well, I hear Jeff Foxworthy whispering in my ear..”Hears your sign!” I said I was fine and had someone on the way. Instead of moving on he proceeds to tell me about his cell phone plan and how great it is . He was nice but I was really eager to get in my car at this point. So he smiles and goes on.Every trip around he stops to make some comment about how it stinks to have car trouble and how expensive it is to call for help. I am feeling much better at this point and wave him goodbye on his last round. It’s quickly approaching 11:30 and the midnight hour is close. I am tempted to lay down and close my eyes but I was afriad some big spider would decide to climb across my face and then I’d set the alarms off by screaming hysterically.(Hang in there ya’ll I am almost rescued.)So he gets out and has a flashlight and some wire thingy(those of you old enough to remember Sniglets will appreciate that word usage!!) So, I watch as he tend to have some difficulty. He says to me he needs more duck tape. Wow, what an invention! Its a fairly simple process which makes me feel even more ridiculous! I am gonna have extra keys made tomorrow, first thing, I tell myself!
He gets it unlocked and a sigh of relief exits my mouth! Then I ask the dreaded question, “How much do I owe you kind sir?” “That’ll be $50.” I could have passed out at this point but being the size girl that I am, no one wants to see that big of a chalk outline on the pavement!!!!
I then asked, sarcastically with a giggle,”any kind of local discount?” He replies, “That is discounted!”
I respond with a laugh and undefinable words that resemble the Muppets Swedish Chef!
Then I get out my wallet and start quickly counting and realize I only have $40 and like 35 cents. (Maybe he will…NOT!)
“I can take a credit card!” (Well, of course you can, why would I think otherwise!!ARGH!)
Instead of making this process take any longer, I begrudgedly hand him my check card and he swipes it right there. Did I mention we are still in the dark?
He says thanks and I grunt a thanks back.
Word to the wise, always have extras keys.
Oh, Snap! Fifty bucks? for a wire and some duct tape? New side business for Janet…
I once locked myself out of my car, but thankfully the president of the company got it open for me. I had spare keys at home…10 miles away by interstate.
Oh, but I did get to be a chalk outline one time, a very proud moment. For a bike safety rally. I made a pretty big drive-around myself, doncha know. We had to send one kid home without his bike; it was in such bad shape, the officer put it in the trunk of his car and delivered it to the boy’s parents. Message received!