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I Was Stuck
I Was Stuck
There are things that are down right embarrassing. Some things you keep to yourself as long as possible.You don't even tell your spouse if you can somehow avoid it. A minor distraction can turn geniuses into mindless imbeciles. Not that I have ever been either. However, there are people who will try to make you feel like imbeciles; but geniuses, not so much. By all accounts, perhaps I would fall somewhere between the two.
I returned one morning from taking my granddaughter to school. When I arrived at my house, the big loud garbage truck was picking up the garbage just beyond my driveway. I pulled up the driveway and tuned in to the 'all-important technological advancements in picking up garbage'. I was so focused on the driver's job that I forgot my own job of turning off my ignition. I left the engine running, which I could not hear due to the loud garbage truck, got out of the vehicle, and locked the doors.
When the truck pulled off, I heard my own engine and realized that I was locked out with the engine running. I could have simply walked into the house and told my wife. She would have gladly handed me her keys, but not without a laugh; and she would have talked about it into old age. I also did not want to call my insurance on a 'lockout' of that sort.
So I was stuck for a while that seemed an eternity. Of course I wasted more time just trying to figure out a good way to hide my mindless deed. In the Suv, my back window latch had a defect that I eventually remembered. I was never so happy to be the owner of a vehicle with 'a secret passage when one is locked out, and stuck with way too much pride'.
Anyway, I'm not sure if I ever shared this dilemma with my wife. So please don't tell her.
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017