July 01, 2013
Click Clock Unlock, ME Newsletter, Vol. 6, Issue 27
To be honest, it wasn’t as if I was planning to knock on the door of a complete stranger. I’d been briefly introduced to her on the way to take out trash. I’d also seen her come home in scrubs and out planting flowers. I felt sort of sure that she would be a reasonable neighbor, if she was home. She was not home.
My last immediate resort, then, would in fact be knocking on the door of a complete stranger. Someone I’d never seen and whose car never seemed to be parked behind the assigned door of our communal garage. It occurred to me that they might night even own a car, which might mean they didn’t own an opener, either. Despite my objections over my short observances, I rounded the corner to knock on yet another door. Not home.
I headed back around to my front door. Out of stubbornness and the unwillingness to be embarrassed if I was wrong about my situation, I tried the screen door again. No such luck. Still locked. With a certain amount of physical dejection, I determined that I’d just have to wait until someone who lived in my building came home. So, I waited, and waited.
Every car that went by turned right instead of left into our parking area. I started to theorize what would happen if all my neighbors had gone on vacation. I began texting friends to simply distract myself from dire thoughts and waste time. Then, it started to sprinkle. Then, my phone beeped a low battery warning. Then, my body gave me the slightly dizzy warning that comes along when I am a good deal stressed and not sufficiently nourished.
The situation was deteriorating quickly and called for an immediate situational analysis. I’d been trying to get myself in for an hour and 15 minutes. No more cars came by. Who knew how long it would be? It was time to take action. I rummaged through my purse in search of a little something that I always carry.
A mint, or a hard candy, possibly a protein bar; couldn’t find a thing. That’s so unlike me, I was sure I had to have just missed them in my haste. After rechecking my lunch bag for anything I’d forgotten to eat, I more methodically set about emptying the contents of one purse section into my definitely empty lunch bag. Nothing in there. I transferred the contents of the second section into the first section I had already moved. Nothing in there.
Finally, in the midst of my now thoroughly annoyed, non-gentle rifling, my hand landed on an oval lump. In the microsecond it takes us to routinely process things we have repeatedly touched, this object did not feel in the least familiar. Stumped, I pushed back my over large raincoat hood and brought it to the light. Then, I sat there rolling my eyes and shaking my head and muttering all those specially individualized, different, not particularly nice names we call ourselves when we blunder badly.
There in my hand was necessary remote. I didn’t even have a slightly remote recollection of having thrown it in my purse, but there it was. I gathered up my various strewn belongings, hoped no one had been watching me all that time, briskly took the corner, pressed the button and voila! Soon was I in the kitchen unloading my purse, and lunch bag; as I took off my coat, I heard my neighbor’s automatic garage door open. In case this ever happens again, I have now become aware of my immediate neighbor’s departure and arrival times during the work week. Not that I’m planning on this ever happening again. It’s just good to have a contingent plan. And maybe someone else in town with a spare key.
Posted by jaselin at July 1, 2013 08:31 PM