I sat inside Gypsy this morning and developed a game plan for how to proceed with the rest of the floor framing, the flooring, and the trap doors that will provide access to the under-floor storage areas. After a good hour or so I felt somewhat satisfied with the plan, and slammed the door shut … with my keys inside.
Perhaps all this DIY stuff has gone to my head. My initial thought was not “Call AAA” as it should have been. Noooo, it was that perhaps I could somehow magically MacGyver my way through it. I imagined the glorious victory of learning how to pick locks by watching a Youtube video. Or making a makeshift bump key. Taking advantage of the side window that still doesn’t seal properly, I stuck a coat hanger through the crack in an effort to reach the lock. And then the coat hanger got stuck. I moved on to plumber’s tape—the same plumber’s tape that had rescued me and Jef a couple months ago—but the dark tinting on the windows made for a blind landing.
After a solid hour of solemn and patient struggle I finally admitted defeat and called AAA. MacGyver I am not. My hero arrived in less than 30 minutes, and had the door unlocked in less than 5. What in the world did we do before AAA existed?