Last Wednesday was a big day, I've arranged an exterminator to take a look at our backyard, I'm so relieved that there's a chance that we can finally reclaim our vegetable garden:)
But then my manager also asked if I could come in early for work, of course I would love to help out if it's possible, so I told him I'll see what I can do. I got it all planned out. The exterminator was arranged to come at 10am, and that would give me plenty of time to get to work by 11.30, half an hour earlier than my original shift.
That day, I woke up early, put the bread dough I rose last night in the oven, did some cleaning, and even got extra time to get ready for work! I was putting my makeup on when the doorbell rang. I ran down, greeted the exterminator, and without a minute to loose I led him to the backyard.
Everything came crashing down when the exterminator closed the backyard door behind us and locked us both out.
All I have on my body was my clothes.
"Did you bring your phone?" I asked him.
"It's in my truck..."
Several things flashed through my brain and like a responsible, logical human being I began to panic. 1. bread in the oven, still baking. 2. work to go to. 3. No way of getting into my house or out of my backyard, or even call for help.
After climbing over my neighbor's fence and yelling at their window to see if they're home, I finally got the attention of a neighbor who came out to tend to her fruit trees. After learning my situation, she ran into the house to call a locksmith for me. And since we were two houses away from each other we could only exchange a conversation through yelling.
"The locksmith said he won't come unless you answer your phone."
"But I'm locked out! How can I get to my phone?"
"That's what I told him!"
20 minutes later
"The locksmith said he's at your front door but he won't open the door unless he sees you"
"If I can open the door and greet him, why would I need him here?"
"That's what I told him!"
By the time I was able to get back in the house, my bread was thoroughly burned, I was late for work, and the locksmith left me with a hefty bill and a bad scratch on my front gate. I didn't even have time to argue, I just sent to locksmith on his way and hurried to work. When I got on the bus, I realized in shock that I only applied half my make up on before all hell broke loose...
And the day has been uphill from that point.
We try to do things to make life better for our loved ones, but sometimes it just doesn't turn out the way we planned. That evening, Ming came home to a damaged gate, burnt bread, still sad-looking garden, and a bill from an overpriced locksmith. For me, I'm just glad he's back.
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| Home-made bread, one of a kind, with a super-smoky flavor, and hard as a rock! |