...ah....i am a sap. just got home from a rather lucrative evening of poker. there were a few interruptions to catch the academy awards. kate made her way to the podium and i got teary and clapped without reservation. i usually tear up when they do the montage of who has passed during the past 12 months...but that part was overshadowed by some serious hands of texas hold 'em. kate got me this year. and may i just say, she is ever the class act.
getting home from my glowing evening of poker and happy tears...and fresh from a road trip to fiddletown...i step up to my front door and fetch my keys. keys? keys....oh shit. again? really? we're doing this again? it's almost 11 at night and my keys are nestled on a cushion, or counter inside. it is too late to call the landlords who live in b to the f to the e. so i sit on my back porch and think this one over...
i spy a damp towel that was meant to dry...except that it has rained today...
i decide to pull some gangster-style action to get inside. towels muffle the broken glass, right? i get the towel in place and give a little kick to the bottom glass plate of my 5 panel french door and presto....like the movies, i'm in. relieved to be inside...i don't feel cool...i just feel like a jackass.
spare key: $2.50, window replacement: u/a
kicking in a window to break in ganster style: youtube calls this one.
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4 comments:
I'da come over with my ladder to help you break in properly, through the window. Just like the last time....
-Gee :)
Yea, those things aren't ever like they are in the movies.
Suz
PS Good Indigo Girls song "kid fears"
oh no!!!!! 10 in the morning the next day and I listen to the mesage ... oy. So sorry, dear one. You must have gathered gangster courage from "The Mexican" and "Desperado."
Ah well...the only thing that is very much like the movies in Amberland is that I am forever like Vern....crossing that bridge at Lake Britton and dropping the only comb I have between the tracks...argh!!
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