- Jun 19, 2003
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During this Christmas season, I am living at my Grandparents house for several weeks. They live out in Rockford which is about 2 hours from my place in Gurnee.
Well, this morning they went up to my parents house to visit. I slept until about 12:00 and then got up and showered, planning on leaving for my parents house shortly thereafter.
Well, I got out of the shower, put on boxer shorts, and went downstairs to look for food. I got a little hot under the collar when I realized that they didn't save any of the egg and sausage casserole for me. Then it hit me, they probably put it out on the back, enclosed porch. So I proceeded to go out there where I successfully located the egg casserole. I turned around, casserole in hand and went back into the house. Well, I tried to. The door was locked.
I quickly analyzed the situation. I was still wearing only boxers. That's no good. I had food. Thats good. It was freaking freezing. Bad. There was a tablecloth on the table out there. Not bad.
After realizing that I had no option other than to wait for about three hours until they got back, I grabbed the casserole, wrapped myself in the tablecloth and ran across to my grandma's neighbor (whom they have known since the 60's) where I prostrated myself before her. She very kindly let this half-naked, tablecloth-clad suspicious looking character use her telephone to ring up my grandparents who then came to help me out.
The worst part is that I *know* I'll never live this one down.
Merry Christmas all!
Well, this morning they went up to my parents house to visit. I slept until about 12:00 and then got up and showered, planning on leaving for my parents house shortly thereafter.
Well, I got out of the shower, put on boxer shorts, and went downstairs to look for food. I got a little hot under the collar when I realized that they didn't save any of the egg and sausage casserole for me. Then it hit me, they probably put it out on the back, enclosed porch. So I proceeded to go out there where I successfully located the egg casserole. I turned around, casserole in hand and went back into the house. Well, I tried to. The door was locked.
I quickly analyzed the situation. I was still wearing only boxers. That's no good. I had food. Thats good. It was freaking freezing. Bad. There was a tablecloth on the table out there. Not bad.
After realizing that I had no option other than to wait for about three hours until they got back, I grabbed the casserole, wrapped myself in the tablecloth and ran across to my grandma's neighbor (whom they have known since the 60's) where I prostrated myself before her. She very kindly let this half-naked, tablecloth-clad suspicious looking character use her telephone to ring up my grandparents who then came to help me out.
The worst part is that I *know* I'll never live this one down.
Merry Christmas all!
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