So, it all began one fateful saturday after I had just finished class (I know. Class on Saturday morning, from 9-12. What sadist thought that up!?) anyway. So I was coming back from class and Jennie was just on her computer in our little shared room. And I came in, all cold and freezing from the ridiculous cold front which had just come (and is still incidentally, hanging about like a piece of hair that sometimes gets caught and hangs off that dangly bit in the back of your throat and you just can't get it off, no matter how hard you try). ANYWAY. So I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to get changed BACK into my pyjamas and do some work on my computer (and by work I clearly mean scroll up and down facebook and search youtube etc. In this case it was the Cyanide and Happiness website). I hit a speed bump however when I realised that the mess of my room had finally won out and there was no room anywhere for me to sit and comfortably enjoy wasting time. So I moved out into the lounge room onto one of the couches and sat there happily for solid 2 hours or so, vaguely registering someone leave the house.
My problems began when I realised it was about time to take a shower and I went back over to my room and found the door locked. So this isn't usually an issue because Jennie is very security conscious and locks and deadbolts the door every night before we go to sleep. So I just knocked on the door and called out in a very high pitched, baby voice....
Although, it's probably very important to mention that I actually looked like this.
Aside from the obvious, I had three very distinct problems:
1) Everything I owned aside from my laptop. my phone, my wallet and keys, shoes... were locked a frustrating two metres away in another room.
2) Jennie had left to go and get a tattoo. Now, to the best of my knowledge, tattoos aren't something you decide on over half and hour or so and then get done in a quickie 20 mins.
3) I had promised to go and help the student television crew broadcast the home football game, and I needed to be there in an hour.
So, I did what anyone of my generation would do. Sent out a plea for help on facebook with my laptop, the only tool I had left at my disposal. I couldn't even leave the building and go to the commons to ask for help, because say, just say that there was no one at the commons (and it was highly unlikely that anyone would be there...) then once I left my building I would be completely and utterly stranded in the freezing cold.
That is when Katy and Joseph came to my rescue.
The drove over, picked me up, drove me into Sylva, helped me scour tattoo shops for Jennie. When that failed they bought me 'feel better' beverages, took me back to their home, dressed me, fed me and then dropped me off at the game where I needed to be. I am eternally in their debt. Jennie didn't get home till 9 that night.
Working at the game was great. We broadcasted it to the local television channel as well as onto the big screen on the field. I was right up in the stadium, higher than even the seating reaches and it got so, so, so desperately cold. But, y'know, at least I had a jacket and SHOES.
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| Me. Cold. But Alive. |
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And that is the story of how Katy and Joseph saved my life.
N.B I should note that the jacket Katy gave me is a million times warmer than ANYTHING I have of my own to wear. This coming winter...I am in serious trouble
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