Locked
Well, today started out just like any other band camp day.. but things started going downhill toward the end of the day. Why, you ask?
Because I locked my freakin’ car keys inside my freakin’ car after my freakin’ dinner break!!!!1!0MGL33T!
.. *ahem*.
Now see, it wouldn’t be too bad ..if it wasn’t for the fact that I also locked these things inside with it:
my cellphone
which meant that I couldn’t call my parents up to come and get me the spare key. I tried calling them using a friend’s cellphone.. five times, actually. They didn’t pick up.
my music
I need this to play for band camp.. I mean it is band camp after all.
and my water
Playing the tuba takes a LOT out of you. Especially when you play for the whole day. Let’s just say I felt just a tad dehydrated.
.. .
Fortunately, I managed to get hold of my parents by the end of the day. So the story ends happy, I guess. It just sorta sucked having to go through half a day of bandcamp without water or music.
Ah well. I’ve learned my lesson:
”Never lock your car from the inside. Always use the key to lock it.”
