A memory of something that happened about a year ago came to mind, made me smile, and I just had to share…perhaps it’ll give you a laugh of the day. 😉
It was one of those stories that isn’t quite so amusing when they actually occur, but is amusing to look back on.
After numerous brain surgeries, I had a brain infection, and therefore had a PICC line with IV antibiotics for several weeks. I went to the grocery store with a friend who drove me there. A doctors office happened to call right before we got there, so my friend went in without me while I finished my call.
As I got out of the car, I forgot to pick up the antibiotics off the seat that were attached to me, and didn’t realize it till I closed the locked door. Yeah. I was stuck…
Rather embarrassed, I took my phone out of my pocket (at least I had that, right?) to call my friend in the store. As it was still ringing, I glanced in the car and saw that her phone was still in the car. Greeeaaat…
Next option I could think of at the time, was to get the phone number of the store and see if they could reach her over the speaker.
So, I looked up their number as I tried to think of how to explain that I was stuck to the outside of the car. They said they would try and reach her. Ten minutes, no response. It then proceeded to rain. I called a second and third time, and they still had no response. By then they probably thought I was some sort of prank caller.
It then occurred to me that my friends car had one of those number keypads on the other side of her car, that though I couldn’t put it in myself, I could at least pass it on to somebody so they could unlock the door. I wouldn’t normally share it, but at this point I was pretty desperate.
So I called the store again, and they sent someone out to unlock it for me. Finally I was free. I immediately got in the car, sat down, and basically cried as I was a quite an embarrassed, wet (literally) mess. One minute later, the back door opens, and my friend says, “Oh, are you finished shopping already?” I decided to save my shopping for a later date.
This isn’t the end of the story. During my frequent calls to the store, my dad had texted me. I responded, but missed some of the texts, and he became quickly concerned that I was having seizures in the car alone. He contacted the store, who in turn contacted the police. Next thing I know, there are police roaming around the parking lot looking for someone having a seizure. They came to our car asking if one of us had had a seizure. We told them no, but after he walked away, it seemed too coincidental that I had epilepsy and he had asked such a question. I quickly checked my text messages and pieced together the story, letting him know that it was likely my dad who contacted the store. The more I tried to explain it the more awkward it became, so finally I just told him I was fine and we went on our way.
Sometimes these things just happen, but we just have to move on…we’ll be glad we did!
Psalms of the Heart 