A Slice of Life

It was Monday and I was happy to have been able to get home a little earlier than usual. I was relaxing and watching some television before I started to get some work done. My mom got home from work and asked me if I wanted to go on a quick trip to Marshall's. I hesitated because honestly, I didn’t want to go but I went ahead and said yes so she wouldn’t go by herself and it’d be quick. She walked out the back door and I followed. I was about to ask her if she had the keys before I closed the door but why wouldn’t she have the keys? I went ahead and locked the bottom lock and closed the door.

We get in the car and she presses the start key button, and nothing happens. She looked at me and said, “I don’t have my keys, do you have your keys with you?” I say no. I immediately became very irritated. All I could think of was that my time would now be wasted sitting out there. I had things to do. My dad is usually home by then, so we figured he’d be there any minute and open the door for us. My mom called him to see where he was and out of all days he was still at work in the medical center, which is no where near where we live. It was going to be awhile before we could get back inside the house.

We both looked for cards in our wallet that weren’t so important to see if we could unlock the door with them. No luck. We went around the windows to see if any were open. All closed. I kept trying with the cards, but it didn’t work. While I was trying to open the door my mom was sitting in the car and I heard her on the phone. I figured she was talking to my dad. I gave up with the door and went and sat in the car annoyed and I got on my phone.

About 15 minutes later my mom says “our salvation is here”. I thought "wow my dad got here fast" but I looked in the mirror and my sister was pulling up the drive way. My attitude immediately changed and seeing my niece and nephews helped me forget about what had just happened. What I thought would be an hour or more was just about 30 minutes total. I asked my sister where she was when my mom called her, and she said she was almost home. Thank goodness for my sister! That was really nice of her. She didn’t have to come all the way to my house because she knew my dad would eventually get home. But thankful she did. Off to Marshall’s we went.