A Little of Tit, A Little of Tat

Husband has pointed out that it's time I evened up the score, shenaniganly speaking, when it comes to story telling.  He feels that I am unfairly swaying the audience and that I should perhaps tell a few of the tales which feature me as the 'antler clad boob with poor depth perception.'


Fair enough.


A few nights ago we loaded the beasts into the family van for our nightly walk.  When we hopped out of the van at the park I may have accidentally locked the doors to the van without noticing that Husband had left the keys in the ignition.


My darling man gazed across the hood of the van into my eyes and said those three little  words, "You're kidding me."


Cut to the house of the nice total stranger who let me use his phone.  I had to resort to the phone book after I realised that I have lived here for two years and I have never, ever dialed a phone number which was not already stored in my phone, the phone which was locked in the van.


After the nice total stranger drove me back to my house to retrieve what turned out to be a set of spare keys for the wrong vehicle, I was able to drive back to the scene of the crime.  Coat hanger in hand,  Husband and I thanked our savior, a man named Pastor Alan who turned out to be a marriage counsellor which I said only goes to show.   We then proceeded to completely fail to unlock the van.


After 45 minutes of fiddling around and swearing I called a locksmith.  He showed up in six minutes, had the door unlocked in 45 seconds and spent four more minutes processing my credit card.  


Husband and I drove our respective vehicles home, stood down the troops who had been receiving panicked messages from a strange number all night and went to bed.  It wasn't until we awoke the next morning that we discovered I had left our Rottidog Jesse in the back of the Volvo all night.  It took a half dozen Tim Bits and a box of Milk Bones before she would even look at me that day.  


So there you have it.  The truth is out, the score is settled and none of you ever need to mention this little incident or the crazy messages I left on your phones.  Ever.