I'd been called to come.
Come to rescue.
Come to rescue John, the darling hubby.
He'd locked his keys in his truck and wanted me to bring any spare Ford keys I could find, and as last hope, a wire hanger, too. I did. And so here I am, I'm circling the parking lot ignoring the insistant blink, blink, blink of emergency lights.
Something else is going on.
The firemen in black shirts with red logos are pouring over a gray sedan parked nearby, occupant-less. I was wondering if it was a day for being locked out of cars.
Or a day for emergency training.
Whatever. Doesn't matter. I continue to circle the parking lot, making sure I haven't missed a blue and white diesel pickup with bright amber marker lights edging its top. So far no luck.
Hey, those firemen are walking away from that car.
They're on my right side. I can just pull up and ask them if they have already helped rescue John.
So, I roll down the passenger window, ignoring the 2 foot furry spider I'd taped to the frame. It and the skeleton clinging on the rear window are my efforts at enjoying Halloween. It is October after all, one of my very favorite months! Hocus Pocus is one of my very favorite movies, too.
Anyway, this tall sandy haired fireman turns his head a bit sideways to me, approaches the downed window with a half squint, and I ask him, "Have you helped anyone, a gentleman in a blue diesel, unlock his truck? He locked his keys inside, and I brought all the stuff he asked for, but I can't seem to find him."
"Uh, no-o. No, I haven't. Sorry, that's not what we're here for," he calmly replied.
I thanked him, started my own truck forward slowly as there are three more firemen standing nearby and I didn't want to bump into any of them. With my window still down, I overheard pieces-parts of sandy-haired fireman's conversation:
"Lady __ window ___
God!
God!
Oh Shit! ___ Giant spider!"
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