Thursday, March 26, 2015
The Rudolph Day ... that walked away!
Tuesday mornings I talk with my daughter 3 time zones away, but that shouldn't impact anything. It didn't, but in the meanwhile a postponed hair appointment was rescheduled to Tuesday morning. No problem, I thought. I try to stop in at my dad's every day, but this time I would do it on the way back from my haircut. It should be a brief stop, as I had only a few things to do there. I basically just wanted to check on him. Then, theoretically, I would still have the afternoon, or at least a couple of hours, for Rudy-like activities.
So I talked with my daughter, went and got my hair cut, and stopped at my dad's. I quickly finished my errands there and went to leave. And that's when my Rudy Day began, quite literally, to take a hike.
Because, when I went to open the car door, it was locked. Ordinarily, when I stop at my dad's, I take my bag inside. This time, I intended to be there only a short time, so all I took (other than his mail, which I picked up from the box) was the key to his house. And apparently when getting out I must have bumped the lock button. So there, locked in the car, was my bag, complete with my car keys and my wallet containing the AAA card...
Of course, I did the first thing I could think of to do: I called my husband. He told me there was a spare key on his dresser at home, but for him to leave work and come to my aid would take an hour round trip and he just couldn't take the time. So my options were three: 1) Stay where I was all day until my hubby got home from work; 2) Walk home and leave the car where it was, again until my hubby got home from work; 3) Walk home, get the spare key, walk back, and drive the car home.
I decided on a variation of option 3. I would walk home and see how tired I was. If I still had energy, I would walk back and get the car. The walk home involved a couple of very steep hills, or, technically, I suppose, one long steep hill. My hubby encouraged me to stop and rest often, so I did. When I got home, I felt pretty good, other than being insanely thirsty, so I rested for a few minutes, changed to sneakers, grabbed the spare key, and headed back. It was all downhill from there -- the hike and the Rudy Day!