Today’s Prompt asks: When was the last time a stranger did something particularly kind, generous, or selfless for you? Tell us what happened!
I am sitting here with a story I’m eager to tell yet I am having trouble telling it. I am still a little sleepy and hungry. Mom’s angry for some reason this morning, all because I slept past 8:30. She screamed at the top of her lungs saying that it’s outrageous that I woke up so late and that when I accept a project, I should finish it.
The project was one I accepted yesterday. It is actually two projects combined in one, 2553+650 words to be translated into Chinese. The deadline is not today, tomorrow, or the next day. It’s due next Monday, the 6th. Plenty of time, right? And I’m already more than half-way done. Yet, she wants me to finish it today and now. She didn’t say come upstairs and have breakfast. She screamed Get to work NOW!
So here I am, hungry, not yet starving (close though), stomach growling, sitting in front of the computer multi-tasking. I’m afraid to go upstairs to grab some food because I’m afraid that if I go, she will start screaming about how lazy I am for waking up so late. *sigh* I guess I’ll just have to hold it until lunch. It’s not like I haven’t done that before.
Now, onto the story. It’s a short one, actually.
When I still had my military dependent ID, I was a frequent visitor of the gym on base. I wasn’t as fat then. Anyway, one afternoon, after I completed my exercise, showered, and my stomach was growling, I was ready to go home and make me some dinner. I went to my car, popped the truck open, placed my gym bag and dirty clothes inside, and slammed it shut.
What I didn’t realized was I put the key on the floor of the trunk. “Shit!” I swore after I shut the trunk. I’ve just locked myself out. How am I supposed to get home?
I stood there in the parking lot, next to my car, and began jumping up and down, feeling anxious. I ran back to the gym asking for help. Does someone know how to pick a lock? I wondered. Unfortunately, no one, not even the firemen knew how to pick a lock. A couple of friendly strangers came out and help break into my car for me but they couldn’t. They told me my kind of car is impossible to break into. That’s good news but not what I want to hear at the moment.
Eventually, I went back into the gym and asked if anyone could drive me home to get the spare key. I didn’t know why I didn’t think of that at the beginning, like I said in previous posts, I don’t do well in nervous situations. After asking around, a lady (about middle-age) had volunteered to drive me home to get the spare key.
On the way, she told me that it was okay after I apologized for the inconvenience and thanked her for the 10th time. She assured me that I’m not the first one to lock myself out of the car and that she’d done it a dozen times. It made me feel a tiny bit better, if not, a little awkward.
After that, I never put my gym bag in my trunk ever again. I’ve always put it in the backseat instead and the first thing I do when I arrive at my car became to unlock the driver side door. Also, when I pop the trunk open, I always pocket the keys instead of laying them on the floor of the trunk. It was some good lessons to learn and a good reminder that the next time I lock myself out, I may not be so lucky.