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It seemed like a good idea at the time. Yesterday afternoon Carol, Linda, and I were in our condo and the plan was to spend time down at the pool. I was tired, expected the ladies to take a little while to get ready, so I lay down in a spare room where I fell asleep. The ladies, believing I must have already gone to the pool, went down themselves.
Carol saw I was not there and phoned me to ask where I was. I picked up my cell phone, told her what happened, and said I'd be down soon. At this point a detail about our door enters the story.
The above photo shows the key on the inside of the door where we keep it. When I approached the door, as you probably guessed by now, this is not what I saw. But, hey, no problem. I just have to call Carol back on her cell phone and ask her to come up and let me out, right?
I did this but got no answer. It became clear Carol and Linda had entered the pool and her cell phone was not close enough to be heard. Now the pool here has a very comfortable feature, a tiled bench where one can sit mostly submerged to keep cool, a great place to have a long, leisurely chat.
Well, no problem, the downstairs reception desk is always manned and they have master keys in case of necessity. So I picked up our condo's landline phone, conveniently equipped with a special button labeled 'Reception.' I just had to press that black rubber button to contact the obliging attendant who would come dashing breathlessly to my aid.
If you'd like properly to understand my experience with that, put a raisin on a table and poke it. I later discovered to reach Reception one must actually dial a number. Live and learn.
We're on the third floor and I did think of launching paper airplanes with the message, "Help! I'm being held prisoner in 305." Well, maybe as a last resort. Could I have climbed over the balcony and down to the ground? Spiderman I'm not. Besides, one slip and there goes your dignity.
But, hey, we do have a very nice balcony. It's hardly like I was in Alcatraz. So I made myself comfortable and read a book, waiting until Carol grew curious about why I was not showing up. That was not super-swift since she assumed I must have changed my mind and taken another nap. I ended up serving a sentence of one hour and fifteen minutes.
Things went a little more smoothly in the evening. Dave and Shelly Armstrong, who live in Ixtapa, invited us to have supper with them. Dave is a very knowledgeable person and is familiar with many Bible translations. If I mention a specific translation he can name the year it was published.
It was night when we left, enabling me to take this photo that I like more for its composition than its quality.
Carol saw I was not there and phoned me to ask where I was. I picked up my cell phone, told her what happened, and said I'd be down soon. At this point a detail about our door enters the story.
Only with the key can
we lock or unlock our
door.
The above photo shows the key on the inside of the door where we keep it. When I approached the door, as you probably guessed by now, this is not what I saw. But, hey, no problem. I just have to call Carol back on her cell phone and ask her to come up and let me out, right?
I did this but got no answer. It became clear Carol and Linda had entered the pool and her cell phone was not close enough to be heard. Now the pool here has a very comfortable feature, a tiled bench where one can sit mostly submerged to keep cool, a great place to have a long, leisurely chat.
Well, no problem, the downstairs reception desk is always manned and they have master keys in case of necessity. So I picked up our condo's landline phone, conveniently equipped with a special button labeled 'Reception.' I just had to press that black rubber button to contact the obliging attendant who would come dashing breathlessly to my aid.
If you'd like properly to understand my experience with that, put a raisin on a table and poke it. I later discovered to reach Reception one must actually dial a number. Live and learn.
We're on the third floor and I did think of launching paper airplanes with the message, "Help! I'm being held prisoner in 305." Well, maybe as a last resort. Could I have climbed over the balcony and down to the ground? Spiderman I'm not. Besides, one slip and there goes your dignity.
But, hey, we do have a very nice balcony. It's hardly like I was in Alcatraz. So I made myself comfortable and read a book, waiting until Carol grew curious about why I was not showing up. That was not super-swift since she assumed I must have changed my mind and taken another nap. I ended up serving a sentence of one hour and fifteen minutes.
Things went a little more smoothly in the evening. Dave and Shelly Armstrong, who live in Ixtapa, invited us to have supper with them. Dave is a very knowledgeable person and is familiar with many Bible translations. If I mention a specific translation he can name the year it was published.
Good company, a Marina restaurant, and a view of the sunset.
It was night when we left, enabling me to take this photo that I like more for its composition than its quality.
We took a taxi home from the Zihua Supermarket today. Here's a taste of the ride ..
And to conclude, a link ...
Woah!! 5 phone calls. Should have gotten a second key. Anyhow, I did bail you out.🤣
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