jane
Well-Known Member
Ever been taken prisoner by your own filthy hovel?
Like, for serious?
I was.
I know why the caged bird rings a taxi.
It happened.
*turns knob on lock*
*pulls door*
Shit.
Oh fuck.
*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Hi, Jane, it's Dad. Whatchya doing?"
"Funny you should ask. I'm stuck in the house."
"That's too bad. Why?"
"No, I mean I'm genuinely stuck in the house. The suffocating humidity has caused the inner door of my front door to swell shut. And so, here I am. Until the air dries, or I can get someone with keys to come and kick the door in from the other side."
"Uh oh."
"Hang on, I'm going to try a hairdryer."
*whoozzzzzzhhhhh*
"Is it working?"
*tries door again*
"Shit. I just made it worse."
"How could hot, dry air make it worse?"
"I dunno. This is pure rubbish. Let me call you back if I ever get out."
*rings de fella*
*explains situation*
"What about the neighbours?"
"Don't have their phone number."
He offers to leave the pub on the other side of the city, where he's watching a football match. Then, "Wait! Ring a taxi company, and drop the keys out the window to the driver, and have him let you out!"
"Brilliant!"
*ring ring*
"Taxi."
*begins to explain situation*
*attempts to continue explaining situation over fits of laughter from dispatcher*
"Can you not just open the window, let your hair down, and hope for the best?"
"It's not long enough!"
"What about a passer-by?"
"The only person I've seen in ten minutes is an ancient guy with an even older limp. I doubt he's interested in breaking his other hip."
"This is too funny. I'll put this down as priority."
"Great!I'll be pawing pathetically at the window like a sad puppy trapped in a pound cage."
*taxi arrives immediately, as drivers are eager to discover the identity of this comedy captive*
*Driver attempts to contain his laughter*
And I am finally out.
Truly, I have learned the meaning of freedom.
It was just the inside door, so it's no big deal, really. Well, unless someone closes it again.
Like, for serious?
I was.
I know why the caged bird rings a taxi.
It happened.
*turns knob on lock*
*pulls door*
Shit.
Oh fuck.
*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Hi, Jane, it's Dad. Whatchya doing?"
"Funny you should ask. I'm stuck in the house."
"That's too bad. Why?"
"No, I mean I'm genuinely stuck in the house. The suffocating humidity has caused the inner door of my front door to swell shut. And so, here I am. Until the air dries, or I can get someone with keys to come and kick the door in from the other side."
"Uh oh."
"Hang on, I'm going to try a hairdryer."
*whoozzzzzzhhhhh*
"Is it working?"
*tries door again*
"Shit. I just made it worse."
"How could hot, dry air make it worse?"
"I dunno. This is pure rubbish. Let me call you back if I ever get out."
*rings de fella*
*explains situation*
"What about the neighbours?"
"Don't have their phone number."
He offers to leave the pub on the other side of the city, where he's watching a football match. Then, "Wait! Ring a taxi company, and drop the keys out the window to the driver, and have him let you out!"
"Brilliant!"
*ring ring*
"Taxi."
*begins to explain situation*
*attempts to continue explaining situation over fits of laughter from dispatcher*
"Can you not just open the window, let your hair down, and hope for the best?"
"It's not long enough!"
"What about a passer-by?"
"The only person I've seen in ten minutes is an ancient guy with an even older limp. I doubt he's interested in breaking his other hip."
"This is too funny. I'll put this down as priority."
"Great!I'll be pawing pathetically at the window like a sad puppy trapped in a pound cage."
*taxi arrives immediately, as drivers are eager to discover the identity of this comedy captive*
*Driver attempts to contain his laughter*
And I am finally out.
Truly, I have learned the meaning of freedom.
It was just the inside door, so it's no big deal, really. Well, unless someone closes it again.