We've all been in the embarrassing spots. Today was my turn.
Then I noticed that the passenger window was not closed; it was open, all except for the screen. It took me only a minute or two to pry open the screen and slide it to where there would be enough room for me to turn sideways and slither through with only slight damage to the screen and the window, not to mention the amount of damage to my personal pride and the skin on my stomach --- IF I had a ladder. Of course, I could drag the picnic table over to the side of the motorhome; I'm resourceful, if not always prepared.
At that moment, the fellow from the motorhome next door (his name is Ed, I think) showed up, toting a small ladder, and said, "I'm small, do you want me to crawl in and open your door?" ("Shhhhhiiii.....t!")
What can you say? What DO you say? If you don't say "Yes, please" you're a fool, and I don't want to appear to be anybody's fool, so I said, "Yes, please!"
Ed climbed up his ladder, slithered easily through the open window (without damage to our screen, our window, his pride or his stomach) opened our door and let us into our own motorhome. By this time, Ed's wife had hung her head out the window of their motorhome, announcing that she had thought maybe we were locked out. Duh!
Then Ed made the big announcement: "I have a hide-a-key so I can always get in." Of course! A hide-a-key! We have one of those! It's in the opening in the wall behind the refrigerator! I immediately opened that little compartment (all you need is a coin to turn the little knobbies, and I had a coin). There it was, in all it's glory -- our hide-a-key thingy, with the motorhome keys safely inside, protected by a combination that was about 7 years old, as was the corroded unit inside the oxidized and therefore useless protective plastic bag. All I had to do was remember the combination to see if the combination on the hide-a-key still worked so that I could then recover the key to the door, the key that I no longer needed because Ed had so cleverly crawled in and opened the door for us.
Did I remember the combination? Of course not, that's what wives are for. Suzy knew the combination (but I won't tell you what it is in case you ever want to break into our motorhome without having to climb through the open window.)
I punched in the combination. It worked! I tumbled the keys into my eager palm, only to find out that they were the keys that USED to work before the door's locks were changed because the old locks had worn out!
Now we have a set of outdated keys residing in a corroded hide-a-key with a combination I may not remember, in case I ever get locked out of my motorhome and slim Ed isn't next door to us with a wife who notices that we appear to be locked out of our motorhome because I have to have some extra room in my jeans pocket!
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