When we last left our heroine, she was hiding in a small, dark dressing room holding a heavy pair of bicycle handlebars ...
Ahem.
Fort those us you just joining us , here's last week's chapter in the life of a crazy, neurotic woman ...
We rented from Enterprise, who will give you a ride home .. so
"Skippy". the 100+ year old driver dropped me off at John shop.
Although ti was closing time, his boss had to run and he still still
had a few repair orders to complete. So, I hung out for an hour or so.
About an hour after closing, a man walked through the front door to the shop.
I thought I had locked the door, but I had unlocked it.
John sensed trouble, and whispered for me to go to the back of the
shop as he made his way towards the front oft he store. If anything, my
dearly beloved had a pretty accurate sense of people, so I quietly
hightailed it to the little dressing room off the back door...
As John made his way to the man, things sounded weird so I looked
around the storage area in the dark and found an old aluminum handle
bar. I grabbed it and settled in the dressing room listening, my heart
pounding.
My cell phone was in my purse, in the workshop area. There was no secondary alarm pad on the back door by where I was hiding...
So, I stood there in the dark, holding my weak excuse for a weapon,
knowing I could at least get a couple blows in if needed, and could try
to make a run for it if I had to.
I listened to John ask the man some simple questions ... like where is your car,. Oh, no car? Your bike is flat ? Where is your bike? oh, no here, it's down the block?
Then I heard what I thought was John punching in the alarm code, and I started to panic.
The man started jabbering on about how he broke down, won't you come help me and on and and on ... in my mind, I'm imagining every bad scenario. My hear was racing, and I felt all weak and sweaty.
I had no cell phone, the back door had no alarm pad .. just how was I going to get out if he came after me? What if he hurt John?
The man wouldn't leave, and John did his best to usher him out the door. After awhile, he got him to leave and I heard him lock the door behind him.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and came into the workshop area in the back, still holding the bicycle handlebars. John looked at me, the handlebars and stared to laugh.
It started off as that nervous laugh, the one that is just a release of all the fear and dread you were holding in.
Then, it because more jovial and relaxed. We hugged and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although eh had planned on doing other things before he left for the night,at that point we mutually decided to get the heck out of there and get home. To see our kids.
By the time we got home and told them the story, it was starting to become funny.
But, it made me appreciate the lengths I know he will go to protect me, and I, him.
Handlebars and all.
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