Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Now if only we could get around to winning the lottery
Here's the scene:
It's cold. It's snowing. PB and I are parked at a gas station trying to shut the troublesome trunk. My method (slamming it down several times with my fist) doesn't seem to work. Eventually, PB growls a mighty manly growl and pushes with all his strength. The trunk closes. We drive home.
Upon arrival, PB attempts to open the trunk. Nope. No such luck. The trunk hates us.
Brief list of things in the trunk:
- Groceries
- All of my various blankets, pillows and towels
- PB's luggage
- Really amazing truffles
- A variety of Christmas gifts
Miraculously, PB survived three whole days without clean undies. I suppose this wasn't such a big deal, considering he is a boy and all, but I found it most impressive. As many of you know, I'm one of "those people" who needs their own pillow at all times. There is simply no sleeping without my own pillow. So you can imagine what horrors the stuck trunk unleashed. I was barely able to survive, although I was fortunate enough to change my underwear daily.
Anyway, after visiting the police station, a few garages, calling a locksmith (much too expensive), AAA, and a few shady acquaintances, PB decided that it was time to take matters into our own hands. What followed was quite possibly the most badass shopping trip of my life.
At Benny's we bought:
- 1 extra-large crowbar
- 2 packages of bungee cords
- 1 screwdriver set
- 1 can of lock lubricant
Hi, we're wild criminals. To top it all off, PB paid for our villainous utensils with a one hundred dollar bill. The elderly woman behind the counter eyed us suspiciously and checked our cash with a counterfeit marker (we're honest people, I swear). So here's my question, wouldn't you ask someone a few questions regarding their intent in a situation like that? Also, who buys crowbars? I always thought they just sort of appeared in garages. Little did I know they come in a variety of sizes.
In the end, PB went all McGiver on the stuck trunk's ass and finessed the lock with the lubricant and one of our many new screwdrivers. Needless to say, I immediately brought my pillows inside and threw PB down on the bed.
