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TEd, This reminds me of an incident in my own life from a couple of weeks ago, which Dag was bragging about to all his (male) friends at the factory. I think I will cut and paste from the email I wrote to my Mom about it. I was going to tell this story when it happened but I couldn't find a way to fit it in anywhere...Here is the excerpt from the email.
BTW, you need to know that our basement is unfinished, and you get into it by going in a little door set into the side of the house, rather than just going down stairs like in a normal house.
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So my excitement today (and boy, was it exciting) was that I managed to accidentally lock myself in the basement when I was painting the shelves this morning. See, the basement door is kept locked in two ways: the handle locks, and we also have a padlock on a hasp on the outside of the door. I bring the padlock into the basement with me when I work in there, so some joker doesn't go past and lock me in. But. It didn't occur to me that the hasp could get blown shut while the door was closed. I was working this morning, and I was nearly finished. I had to go to the bathroom but thought I could hold it a few minutes longer, rather than running upstairs, taking my shoes off, etc., etc., then coming back downstairs... I was finally done and went to open the door, dreaming of the bathroom. The handle opened, the door opened a bit, and then wouldn't budge. I realized after banging it a bit that the hasp had shut itself, and even though there was no lock holding it shut, it didn't seem to want to come open again. Now, Dag was at work already. There are windows in the basement but they're high up relative to the floor, and probably a lot of trouble to take apart. And I had to pee. So I kicked the door a bit, bracing myself on the door frame because there are actually four steps down to the basement floor from the doorway. It still didn't open. I was worried about falling backward down the stairs, too, so I just grabbed the door frame, and gave a good hard front snap kick with all my might to the spot where I knew the hasp was. The door broke, and a piece six inches wide and the height of the door went flying at the house next to us. Great! I was out - but the door was broken. The door is about four feet tall, and I'd broken off a whole vertical section, about a 2-by-6, where the handle had been. I could see that it was a tongue-and-groove sort of thing, and I'd blasted off the whole section. Our bikes are down there, and the lawnmower. Not much else of value, but still, an open, flapping half-door just invites trouble. I went upstairs and to the bathroom, and called Dag at work (told the lady at the front desk that yes, it was more or less an emergency). What the hell was I going to do about the door? Well, we decided I should try to fix it, maybe by covering up the hole with wood. I went back down and managed to fit the destroyed piece back onto the door. Hammered it together, the wood was rotten so it was a bit of a mess. (That's why it broke in the first place!) Then I got some bits of wood, 1x4 and 1x6, and some nails which we'd salvaged from the basement, and hammered them across the wound, inside and out, so the broken piece was more or less fit together like a puzzle, with pieces of wood across it to keep it from breaking off again. All this in wind (50 km/h gusting to 90 km/h, blowing the door out of my hands) and more or less pouring rain. Unfortunately, I also bent the hinges, so it doesn't quite close as well as it used to. Now the only thing holding it shut is the padlock. I'm afraid to force it into the frame because the wood is so weak it might break again when I try and open it. (Actually, it's possible that the door is now far sturdier than it used to be...) The hasp is slightly bent but held up very well (which is why I couldn't get out!) The repair job was greatly hampered by our lack of useful bits of wood and nails.
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Just so you all know, I love fixing things, building things, designing things. I'm the one who took the sink apart when the drain was clogged, defrosted the frozen water pipes, emptied the eavestroughs, put up the Christmas lights, etc. I also love navigating, and maps. (Maybe because my mom let me navigate across Saskatchewan when I was about nine.) And you should have seen me hauling gear down to the boat every day during our field trip last summer! "Haul and stow, haul and stow, haul and haul and stow" because our motto.
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bean, all i have to say is, guys, never postition yourself between a woman who has to pee and a bathroom! It is a danger zone. And when she says "we need to stop for tourist information" (my mother in laws euphonism) you better stop. (this is the real reason Rhu and his wife won rally races. they would stop at pubs, rhu would have a pint, and the misses a cuppa, and off they would go again.. a scant 20 minutes after a cup a tea, she had to go again, and finding the next pub, and fast, was very important! she would put the pedal to the metal, and zip round those narrow, curving roads! Rhu thought she was rally racing, in reality, she was intent on spending a penny!)
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Then there is the guy my husband works with...the power was out overnight and was still out come morning. Now, Kevin didn't want to be late for work but his car was in the garage and the door opener wouldn't work without electric. Being the smart fellow he is, he unscrewed the garage door opener from the ceiling and disconnected it, taking down the chain, et al, so that the door would move. He ended up just a few minutes late for work, but with a smile on his face, proud of his accomplishment. When my husband noticed him sneak in, he asked what had happened. Kevin told the story of his superior intelligence in getting out of the garage. Joe just looked at him. "Kevin, did you notice a red handle hanging down?" "Yep, what's it for?" "Did you read the tag on it?" "No, I didn't have time. What does it say?"?" "It says: 'Pull to release door in a power outage.' "
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"Did you read the tag on it?"
Directions? We don' need no steenkin directions!
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Oh, Lord. Where do I start? Shame on you, BYB. I have driven and hitch-hiked all over tarnation and here I am, the unlost Consuelo. I once had a boyfriend that one of our most amusing entertainments was to get good and lost, locate a small town for lunch and then find out where we were so we could get home again. He always drove. Speaks for itself, doesn't it? I agree that ability must reside in the X chromosome. I have 2[smug-e]
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I like the Indian's version. "Me not lost. Tepee lost."
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