I'm typing with my toes. My hands are being used to pet two large dogs, whose house I just broke into. And this is my Friday night.
I was supposed to be packing for a flight to sunny Miami but the Gods had their own plans. Hurricane's, tropical storms and an old lady waiting to fart are standing in my way. This old lady I speak of is the owner of the apartment I have just broken into.
GT's poor mother was struck ill. While she is recovering in the hospital (they won't let her leave until she passes gas) we are on doggy watch. Some how the door to her apartment got locked. Without keys I thought back to my childhood and all the times my dad had me break into my grandparents house. He'd throw me up to a side window and have my tiny body squeeze between the metal hurricane shutters. (Which I image are shut tight right about now.) Since it's still hotter then hell I knew the windows would be open here. So I wondered around and found a good ledge to hop over onto another, steadied myself, reassured the dogs on the other side of the window screen that I was a good guy, pulled the screen up and in I went.
I know my dad is disappointed I won't be seeing him tomorrow at the airport (as he reminds me that he was going to make all my favorite foods.) But I'm sure he'll be proud to know my skill for breaking into old people's homes has come into use once again. Thanks dad for teaching me the lessons in life worth using.
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