Friday, May 04, 2007

Why I miss Sam

So there I am at the gas station, lamenting the fact that gas is $3.10 a gallon, when I decide to wait in my car whilst the tank fills with oily goodness as the wind is blowing at around 25 mph. I push the button to open the door and there it sits, refusing to move. A quick glance at all four doors confirms it. They're all locked.

YOU KNOW WHERE THE KEYS ARE...they're in the ignition.

Now the last time this happened (not so long ago), I was at Odyssey Charter School waiting for Sam to finish a class. Not the most athletic kid in town but agile enough to climb through the open sunroof (remember this post?) and unlock the car. With no Sam at my disposal, I'm left with few options. I can call AAA and have them send someone in about 45 minutes, but alas, the phone is in the car, too. What to do, what to do. So I'm thinkin'...if Sam can do it, surely I can.

Up I go, over the hood, to where all of my worldly possessions await, and into the sunroof to the amused chuckles of the other patrons pumping gas.

And that, dear friends and family, is why I miss Sam.

1 had this to say:

Patricia said...

And what I would of paid to see that! :)