Murphy's Law? Hmmmm.....

So, a not-so-funny-at-the-time funny story. I manage to lock my keys in my car maybe 2-3 times a year. Last year I did it two days in a row with the car running. My poor roomie got to rescue me both times. He mentioned that I should hide a key under my car. Great idea. I just never got around to it.

I was at work yesterday. For those of you who don't know - I work about 45 mins out of town. I had a slow day. A family of 6 came in after we were closed and wanted breakfast. At first I was frustrated, but then I thought about it - maybe God is trying to give me the $ I prayed for in the form of tips. Little did I know. Anyway, they left me a $20 tip. Pretty nice. I was all ready to take it home and buy some groceries. It turns out getting home would be the hard part.

Yes, I had done it again - I locked my keys in my car. I actually thought I had them when I got out (in my defense). It turns out they had fallen on the floor. I could see them through the window. One of the kind maintenance men tried to break into my car for me but that didn't work.

I called home, no answer. I thought it was rather strange since it was Remembrance Day, the buses weren't running and Shaun didn't have the car. I figured he had walked somewhere or someone had picked him up to do a project. I called around and found a ride but, unfortunately, not Shaun. I wanted to get his keys so I could drive my own car home instead of leaving it there. I called EVERYWHERE I could think of to see if Shaun was around. I left several messages, changed the voice mail, called people in his program, I even called there girl who lives below us to check and see if he was in the yard and maybe that's why he wasn't answering the phone. Nope, he wasn't in the yard.

I sat around, ate lunch, made phone calls. In total, I was at work for about 3 hours past my shift. I finally just called for a ride and figured I would catch a ride up the next day to get the car. When we finally got into an area with cell service, I checked my phone and sure enough, there was a message. From Shaun. I called back.

It turns out that he had been home the whole time. Our cordless had silently died and the other phone wasn't plugged in! OF ALL THE DAYS!!!!!!!! He was even carrying the phone around with him while he vacuumed so he wouldn't miss my call (I always call before I come home)!

So, I spent that $20 tip on lunch while I was waiting and gas for the friend who picked us up. I guess that was God making the best of a bad situation.

So that was my long day. On reflection, I wonder if asking God to give me patience was really such a good idea!