I had just sat down to watch the Oscars with my supper and the phone rang. Grrr… I answered. It was my neighbor asking if I owned
The landlord said that he would not come out and unlock the door. He suggested a lock smith. It was Sunday at
So at this point my landlord suggested that I come to his place and pick up a bunch of keys that may open my doors. I point out that I locked myself out, how was I supposed to get to his place in Newnan? “Can’t you get into your garage?” he asks me. Well yeah I can, but I’m not sure how to explain to the car rental place why I had to hot wire the car. So I finally ask my neighbor to give me a lift. My neighbor jumps at the chance because he didn’t want to watch that crappy movie with his wife anyway.
With hand written directions and some borrowed slippers, we are off on our adventure to Newnan. I was very dark by then. We drive through Newnan and check the directions: Drive to the “middle of no where” and “kiss your butt goodbye” and make a left. I didn’t remember seeing this place in
Just then a critter ran across the road. “What was that!?” my neighbor exclaimed! “I think it was a cat.” I said. He thought it was a rabbit because it was kind of hopping. I said it mush have been a confused hopping cat.
It was getting even darker out and even scarier. I was just about ready to crawl in the back to get the tire iron out when we pulled up to the lane that was marked in the directions. It was too scary for words. You couldn’t see a house or any light from the road. The truck’s headlights shown on the many uninviting trees. A large cast iron gate guarded the property. My landlord must have purchased it from an Addams’ Family movie sale. We sat there looking at the property and at each other. We had come all this way but neither of us wanted to go up. We called the landlord and he tells us to come up. We muster up enough courage and the truck slowly crept up the long windy lane.
Finally we see the house. The landlord comes out and hands me about 20-25 keys. He tells me that he doesn’t know what key goes to which of his rental properties. Great, now I have all the keys to his places. Hmmm…time for one quick robbery? NO! We need to get out of this twilight zone! I thanked my landlord and we high tailed it out of there.
We start reading the directions backwards. All of a sudden, “What the h*ll is that!” Up a head there was something sitting in the middle of the road. We get closer. It is a possum! It was the biggest possum I have ever seen in my entire life! We got closer. The possum didn’t budge. It was so big it looked like it could eat a Mac truck. My neighbor’s little truck didn’t stand a chance. The possum was staring us down and it was winning. It had a “you don’t belong here” look on its face. Or maybe that was just a constipated look. Either way, I didn’t want to stick around to find out. We swerved and almost hit the ditch. Over the tracks…as long as we could get over the tracks we should be saved. As we went over, I saw a light on the tracks. My neighbor saw it too but he didn’t want to stick around to find out what it was. In a complete miracle we found our way out and back to the safety of PTC.
Now, I have 25 keys. Which one, if any, will unlock my door? I felt like I was on the Price is Right. I try the first one. It opens the door! I won! I won my cold supper! YEAH!!! I thank my neighbor and he was just happy he made it there and back alive. And more importantly, he didn’t have to watch that stupid movie.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Sweet Home Alabama or Boone Dock Saints?
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How did the return trip to Newnan go, encounter Big Foot?
NO, just the possum. And the odd light on the tracks.
I liked the movie.
you would
I never saw the movie. But, I think the next time you and your neighbor go on an adventure you should strap a video camera on the front of the truck. It may be a contender for the Oscars.That is if it is half as good as you make it sound.
O it was way scarier. And next time we may not make it back alive.
I like the description, made me feel like I was really there, and worry if I would make it out alive. It must be nice that you live in such a safe area (or you are so apparently trustworthy) that your landlord is fine with giving you the keys to several rental properties.
Question: If you have his only set of keys and you lose them, or lock them in your house (perhaps when picking up the great cinematic treasure that is Sweet Home Alabama from your neighbor) how would you get back in then?
I never said I had a smart landlord. But he has another set running aroudn in his truck that his brother has.
When my neighbor back home died, my mom inherited all of the cookbooks. One of them was for cooking small game, including possum. I'll be sure to send you a recipe.
O well I don't think you understand. There was nothing small about that possum.
Erin.... I know you're going to hate me for not leaving a comment that is witty and/or clever, but I'm afraid that trough my many discussions with you that I have exhausted all possible responses to every part of this story.
I was, after all, one of the people that you were talking to just prior to getting locked out of your place. Then I was one of the people you talked to just after you got back into your place. (Remember the "My dinner is cold now" talk?)
But on a lighter note, no matter what Justin says, you don't ACTUALLY smell. That's just his way of getting you all "riled up," as the folks in Georgia would say.
PS... Reese Witherspoon was uber cute in that movie.
What kind of lame excuse is that..."Oh I was talking to you" I haven't done an actual count, but I suspect I have a high percentage of the comments on many of these stories, and rest assured nearly all of them I heard at least once before their posting
Yeah Justin gets to hear all of them AND he is ALWAYS the first to comment. Preston, *shake head sadly* you have sadden my day.
I would like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to anyone that was, in any way, offended by my previous statements.
These are hard times and I just hope that we can all get past this.
P.S.
Pfft.
Who is this Preston person and why does Erin never mention him in real life? Anyway, I enjoy the blog stories even if I don't always have clever/witty comments. But today I can say: WE GOT OUR NEW QUILT. HAHAHAHAHAHA :) :) :)
Well Karin, Preston is a friend of mine. I'm SORRY that you are not privy to every single person in my life. I will try and work on that. But I warn you it might take a while because I do know a number of people. Now if I could only get them to comment as Preston does. Well maybe not exactly like Preston, but you get the idea.
Maybe you need to post a picture of each and every one of them. THAT would make things a lot easier for me. Oh, by the way, HI JAMIE!! :)
Ummm...I'm not sure they would like that.
O and has anyone seen my Boone Dock Saints movie? I lost it. :(
Wait, can you get pictures of figments of you imagination?
The Sweet Home Alabama people probably ate the Boone Dock Saints. They get miffed easily.
I think that it would be more fun if people would submit pictures of what they think Erin's friends look like instead of the real ones. And I'm happy that you have gotten your quilt, your mother-in-law must be a wonderful person.
Any body have a picture from the south end of a African wild animal stand peed running north?? ;) , ;)
Or is that just what your dad looks like and not ALL your friends??
No, I get to pick my friends but not my dad. So all my friends are beautiful.
So, did GA finally get you? You could at least dictate a funny story to your mommy - let her take a break from the quilt and do something else for you!!!
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