So there was a minor catastrophe the other day which may or may not have involved me getting locked out of my car. Ok Moca actually locked herself IN the car, and we were at the beach and I was supposed to be watching one of Jack’s friends…and the list goes on and on.
But that’s not the story I’m here to tell.
I called Jack to let him know that I was stuck outside my car and waiting for roadside assistance.
Jack: Hello?
me: Hey Jack, listen I’m kinda stuck at the beach for awhile.
Jack: What’s up?
me: Moca locked herself in the car by stepping on the keys and I —
Jack: Just Kidding (rest inaudible due to bad signal)
me: What??
Phone goes dead. I thought Jack hung up on me. I called him back.
Jack: Hello?
me: Hey what the heck? I have to talk to you…
Jack: What’s up?
me: Listen, I’m going to be awhile because I’m at the beach —
Jack: Just Kidding, leave a message.
Beep.
Yes exactly. That was his voicemail message.
Sigh.
And 3 hours later with the help of a very good friend, I had my spare keys delivered to me and I got to go home.
😬
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