First of all, let me preface by clarifying that Chad's a very smart man. No. Really. He is. The man can rattle off sports stats at an astonishing rate. He can figure averages and percentages in his head faster than I can grab a calculator. He remembers enough bits of trivia to make him a mean competitor in Trivial Pursuit. His vocabulary means that I've only beaten him at Scrabble three times. I've never beaten him at Chess.
But mechanically minded, the man is not.
I got a phone call at work this morning...
"Hey baby."
"What's up?"
"We have a problem," he replied in a serious voice.
"What's going on?" I asked, worried.
"Joseph and I are locked out of the house."
"What?!"
"Don't worry. I called my Dad and he's on his way with a spare key."
"Wait," I paused, tensing, "where's Elizabeth?"
"She's in the house."
"What is she doing in the house?"
"She's fine. She's banging on the door."
"How did you get locked out?" At this point my mind was racing, visions of my wee one enacting scenes from Home Alone were battling with visions of all the potential choking hazards scattered about.
"I was loading up the car to take the kids to my parents' when Joseph ran outside, closing the door behind him. He must have locked it earlier."
"Wait. Where are you?"
"In the garage."
"You're in the garage and the garage door is locked?"
"Yeah. And the front door and all the windows."
"But you're in the garage."
"That's what I said."
I sighed in relief. "Chad. Grab a flat head screw driver from the tool box. Use it to turn the middle of the doorknob of the garage door. That will unlock it."
"Really? Will that work?"
"Yes, hon. That little notch is connected to the lock. I've actually let myself in using a dime when Joseph locked me out and the tool box was inside."
"Oh." There's silence for two seconds. "I'm in!"
"And Elizabeth?"
"Oh...she's right here. I'd better call my dad so he doesn't drive all the way down here."
"Good call."
2 comments:
That totally sounds like a story that would take place between my husband and I. I think our husbands would get along well.
This sort of thing happens all the time. Poor man. His wife immortalizes it on the internet!
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