You can’t make this shit up people. Sometimes when it seems as though things can’t get any worse...they do. Like I referenced in a previous blog, my son Will and his band were working in the studio this weekend. His bass player, William spent the night Friday night after a gig they had at a church in Louisburg. They went for out for a walk to get a soda and were followed home by a kitten. Unbeknownst to me they were keeping her in the basement and just left her there when they went into the studio on Saturday. When my wife went down and found her she told Nathan about her and he fell in love with her, a big mistake. It ain’t gonna happen dude, no cats!
Anyway, to make a long story longer, yesterday morning (Mon.) Will was dropping William off with his girlfriend when ANOTHER one of his low profile (high aggravation) tires blew out. I’m getting out of the shower when I get the call. I throw my clothes on and run out the door to pick them up. When I get there I find out that when they walked up to the nearest store to use the phone (nooo don’t take the cell phone, you won’t need it!) they (he) also had locked the keys in the car along with all of William’s stuff and yes…the cat, who was on the way home with the skinny bass player. So we go the 5 miles back home to get the spare key but realize it’s in the place where EVERYONE puts their spare key…in the glove compartment of the car! Yeah! Great idea! So what now? We went to the Bunn Exxon and Ken, the owner let us borrow this thing that would slide in the window and pump up to make a hole big enough to slip a “jimmie” in. After poking around in there for about 5 minutes I finally got the door unlocked. The cat was fine and hiding in the floorboard. The tire was shredded. I took William and cat on to Raleigh where I was headed anyway to check on my Dad who was having a heart catheterization. He was doing great with no signs of any blockage in his arteries but I was worried. The way my luck was going this morning I was prepared for the worst.
I blow off work and go home. Then Nathan about 3:30 gets home and he says “Dad, I got some bad news” as he’s holding out a pair of broken glasses. Sheesh! Kids!