Just call me Bourne, Jason Bourne. A new dawn is awakening and I . . . I am the new dark night of espionage. Oh, do I have a story to tell . . .
I came home tonight from a lovely dinner with Gabby and Marcela. I pulled into my usual spot and sat. I sat thinking about all that seems to be swirling around in my mind lately. I finally got out to make a call and when I was done, to my horror, my keys were not in my pocket. I stood frozen in the driveway and instantly new of the mistake that I made again - - - 4th time in 3 months - - - keys locked away firmly in my car. After calls to 24/7 locksmith’s and finding the going rate at $80.00 and an hour wait, I sat on my front porch and cried. Not just tear-up cry but full on crying so loud I though the neighbors would come out to see what poor creature could make such a wounded cry. How could I do this again – Michelle wont be home for hours – How could I be so foolish – why, why, why! (Seriously, just a tad of the emotionally overdramatic)
Then, all of a sudden I thought – Why in the world are you crying? What is that solving? I stood up and thought - - - all of my detective TV show and action movie watching must be good for something! I took two bobby pins out of my head and began to attack the front door lock. It can’t be that hard – I have seen it million of times on TV – push in, turn, twist – something’s gotta give – wait, what was that? someone’s coming. Just at that moment a jogger went by as I stood perfectly still in the darkened doorframe. I realized that wasn’t working so I went to the side door and combined my bobby pins with my second elusive espionage tool . . . Jamba Juice gift card. I slide and pushed and pulled to no avail. There I was, on bended knee with bobby pins and a Jamba juice card – wow. Next, it was the back sliding door. Again, nothing. Back to the side door – this has gotta work! I never, in a million years would have believed it, had I not heard the “click” myself. Suddenly there I was – inside the house . . . and laughing. I had done it.
Hollywood – here I come.