Shoeless and Hopeless

Yesterday, I came home from work and decided to be productive. or I guess be sanitary, whichever one you prefer. We had fruitflies in our trashcan and lots of them. I have a certain fear of fruitflies because of an incident in 2005 but that's another story. Anyways, I took the whole trashcan outside to be washed down by the hose. Unlocking all the doors, I ran over to the alley. When I returned, all the doors had been locked and no one was home. I was in a pickle. I had no shoes, no cell phone, no keys. hmm. I walked the seven or eight blocks to Rebecca's house with no shoes on and rang the door bell several times but no one answered. hmmm. I walked back, spotting 2 guys that I don't really know but I've seen around. Running after them, I yelled "hey, can I use your cell phone?!?" I looked like a crazy person, for sure. Called my roommate, but she didn't answer. I went back to my house to sit and wait. I contemplated shimmying up a pole and swinging myself over on the roof but that would have surely led to death. I actually thought "Dang, why can't I be spiderman? He probably never gets locked out!" Since I was supposed to be at Steph's house at this point, I could almost hear her saying sarcastically, "oh where is Megan? Maybe she doesn't want to conform to other people's time schedule." After an hour or two, I got in. Lesson learned: I will no longer care about fruitflies in the trashcan.

Post Script: Allison sent me pictures of her intern. showing his muscles off. can we say abusing power? ha.