HNT ~ The Rescuer.
I’m spacey. Not like Kevin. Like outer. This is a well-established fact.
So, this afternoon, on uncurling myself from the correspondence and phone calls, I made my way out into the afternoon sunlight only to find myself trapped.
I was at The Hungarian’s house, and there is a little front porch that is gated, and the gate is keyed from both sides. To escape from the house one has to buzz the gate open from the inside, open the gate, shut the door of the house behind you, and trip merrily onwards.
Sadly, I locked the door before buzzing myself out as I had, for a critical moment, believed the gate to be open.
Long story short, I’d an impromptu “puppy cage” scene while waiting for The Hungarian to get back from work. My Twitter friends were for the most part (and rightfully so) amused at my plight.
At least I haz Internets...
It was a long hour, and hard on the butt, but I was finally rescued by my handy dandy Magyar in shining armor.
Or at least carrying a guitar and a bemused grin.
After telling the Tragic Tale of my Epic Fail, it was nice to have some time to relax and be reassured that everything was OK. And, indeed, it is.
And late-afternoon naps are lovely, are they not?
Lol, I saw your posts on Twitter. At least you had internet
Oh, and late-afternoon naps are lovely, I agree.
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mollena Reply:
April 11th, 2010 at 7:14 pm
I was SO glad i had my laptop with me and that my phone and spare batteries were fully charges. Holy crap!
~Mo
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Comment by Jasmine — April 8, 2010 @ 6:56 pm
Lol sounds like something I would do. Agreed interwebz access … WIN.
.-= vanimp´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…Amusement =-.
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mollena Reply:
April 11th, 2010 at 7:23 pm
The funny thing is, the first time I left his house? I couldn’t open the gate and had to leave through the side door. And I was doing so I thought “I am totally going to get trapped in there if I space out for even a SECOND while walking out.
yay!
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Comment by vanimp — April 9, 2010 @ 5:14 pm