I play golf with Bruce(my friend & co-worker) on Tues mornings before work. Yesterday I pull in the parking, get my clubs out of the trunk, change my shoes & last thing I....being anal.....always check the pocket of my golf bag for my car keys.
They weren't there!
Oops!
Try the car door....it's locked. I look in the window & there are the keys laying next to my shoes on the floor of the car. I still haven't closed the trunk so I pushed one of the back seats down & after looking around, very gracefully (not) climb into the trunk over my 59 pairs of golf shoes & all the other "stuff" through to the front so I can unlock the door. As I am trying to figure how to get back out I hear "What the h*ll are you doing?". Bruce had come over to my car to get my clubs & couldn't figure out where I was. Apparently I wasn't as sneaky as I thought because then the starter drove up laughing.....he had been sitting up at the cart barn watching me.
They weren't there!
Oops!
Try the car door....it's locked. I look in the window & there are the keys laying next to my shoes on the floor of the car. I still haven't closed the trunk so I pushed one of the back seats down & after looking around, very gracefully (not) climb into the trunk over my 59 pairs of golf shoes & all the other "stuff" through to the front so I can unlock the door. As I am trying to figure how to get back out I hear "What the h*ll are you doing?". Bruce had come over to my car to get my clubs & couldn't figure out where I was. Apparently I wasn't as sneaky as I thought because then the starter drove up laughing.....he had been sitting up at the cart barn watching me.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
ReplyDeleteI would have given anything just to have seen your face when you found out you weren't alone.
So glad you "shared" this one it made me LOL