I think my fear of heights developed in my teen years but the spaciness thing...I was probably born with.
Today my sister picked me up for lunch and she parked in the back of our townhouse. Our townhouse has an enclosed patio and the gate to the patio has a lock on it. I had taken my house and gate key off the keychain when I had gone on a walk this morning. Do you see where this is going? So, I walked out the backdoor onto the patio-after locking myself out of the house...house keyless..gate keyless and trapped...no spare to be found! My sister started laughing at me. (My sister has 4 kids including a newborn so I'm sure she needed a good laugh) There was only one way out of this predicament and that was UP. Me..Anne P. Turner...the fraidy cat of heights had to get on a tall wabbly ladder, climb up on the roof, crawl across the roof on my belly(which the HOA prohibits, making me a rebel in the eyes of my neighbors for sure,)dangle my feet from the roof hoping that the gutters underneath me don't collapse, while listening to pebbles from the roof fall into those gutters and finally I felt my feet touch the top of my sisters Durango and she was still laughing! Did I mention I was wearing white? I needed a good laugh too..and that little mess did the trick.
3 comments:
very funny. the story reminds me of you locking your keys in your car - with it running!
I did? When? I must have blocked that out.
when you lived in Glendale. i didn't see it happen - you told me about it.
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