New Year Adventures

Friday, Jan. 02, 2009 - 12:00 a.m.

So. Yesterday was New Year's Day. John and I spent it basically at home, in what I'll call Pajamas & Grazing mode.

Finally, at around eight o' clock last night, he goes and takes a shower and gets dressed. John is heading out to gas the car up, figuring on a slow evening and relatively quick service if he does this now, instead of on Friday morning when he goes to the chiropractor.

As he's getting his keys and about to leave, I said "Honey, be careful tonight. I just have a feeling. Don't be part of those stories where the first sentence is 'It started as an ordinary trip to the gas station.' Be extra safe tonight, all right? Go somewhere close by, okay?"

So John heeded my premonition and went to the Shell station about ten blocks away from home.

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Fifteen minutes after he leaves, he telephones. "Ya know that little story you told me? Well, it happened."

My stomach fell into my feet. I see visions of my poor John, having been robbed and knifed, sitting in the driver's seat making a final effort to hear my voice as the loops of his guts spill out into the car... "Oh geez, what??" I managed to say.

John took a breath and said "I'm at the gas station. I locked myself out of the car. Can you bring my spare key, please?"

And so, in around ten minutes, I was out the door with the laundry quarters and my purse and of course, my keys.

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A bus arrived and drove me the impossible-to-walk blocks, and there was John, perfectly intact and filled with relief to see me.

We got into his car, he showed me what had happened. He'd become distracted by the car's loose emergency brake boot, began dithering with it -- and without taking the keys from the ignition, got out and automagically locked the door. He'd become instantly aware of what he did and consciously watched the door swing closed, locking his keys in.

He then tried all four doors without success, said fuck, and went ahead and gassed up.

Then he called me.

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John's next chore is to find out how to get one of those cheapo plastic keys that get the front door open that can be kept in his wallet. He's also going to see about the brake boot and see if it can be fastened down again.

Me? I'm going to keep being aware of my still small voice, and be very glad my premonition was far worse than the actual events.

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I hope everybody out there had a safe holiday.

Happy January Second!

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