Lost and found

When your trip starts out with the person who's supposed to be driving you stuck in your driveway with his keys locked in his car, it's probably not a good sign.

handynavi and I went to Columbia to pick up his mail and proof of registration (which, as it turned out, he needs to get off the internet anyway), and pick up his little sister, mgrinter, who was hitchhiking home. Sam's apartment was very empty, because he had packed essentially everything he owned, including his scissors and his towels. (Just ... don't ask. I asked numerous times, and I still don't understand.)

We attempted to make contact with Mary. Actually, we succeeded in making contact with Mary, who could hear everything that we were saying, but we failed in gathering any information from her, because we couldn't hear anything that she was saying back. Sam told her everything he figured that she might want to know in a long and amusing monologue, and then we took his phone in to be fixed.

His phone, apparently, was hallucinating that it had a hands-free set plugged in, and was easily repaired by having one inserted and then removed. We returned to the car ... and discovered that Sam had locked his keys in his car. Again.

We went into the nearby Hallmark store where the nice Hallmark lady offered us her lock-picking thing to pick the lock with, but sadly, it wouldn't go in. We had to call the nice locksmith who got the door open and also told us all about his television ministry on a local access channel. Also, Sam almost left his phone on the table in the Hallmark store where we were playing with Legos. Yes.

I also picked up two more BSC books for my burgeoning re-collection: The Truth about Stacey and Boy-Crazy Stacey. On the way back to Liberty, I read 97 pages of The Truth about Stacey to Sam and Mary, who didn't actually ask me to stop, probably because it was undeniably more entertaining than looking at billboards about Crazy Larry's 17,000 pairs of boots. Sam was sad that Janine only made a cameo appearance, since I made him read my BSC crackfic. Whee.

I updated my website with the stuff I've written lately, too. It was so very out of date.

Lost and found

When your trip starts out with the person who's supposed to be driving you stuck in your driveway with his keys locked in his car, it's probably not a good sign.

handynavi and I went to Columbia to pick up his mail and proof of registration (which, as it turned out, he needs to get off the internet anyway), and pick up his little sister, mgrinter, who was hitchhiking home. Sam's apartment was very empty, because he had packed essentially everything he owned, including his scissors and his towels. (Just ... don't ask. I asked numerous times, and I still don't understand.)

We attempted to make contact with Mary. Actually, we succeeded in making contact with Mary, who could hear everything that we were saying, but we failed in gathering any information from her, because we couldn't hear anything that she was saying back. Sam told her everything he figured that she might want to know in a long and amusing monologue, and then we took his phone in to be fixed.

His phone, apparently, was hallucinating that it had a hands-free set plugged in, and was easily repaired by having one inserted and then removed. We returned to the car ... and discovered that Sam had locked his keys in his car. Again.

We went into the nearby Hallmark store where the nice Hallmark lady offered us her lock-picking thing to pick the lock with, but sadly, it wouldn't go in. We had to call the nice locksmith who got the door open and also told us all about his television ministry on a local access channel. Also, Sam almost left his phone on the table in the Hallmark store where we were playing with Legos. Yes.

I also picked up two more BSC books for my burgeoning re-collection: The Truth about Stacey and Boy-Crazy Stacey. On the way back to Liberty, I read 97 pages of The Truth about Stacey to Sam and Mary, who didn't actually ask me to stop, probably because it was undeniably more entertaining than looking at billboards about Crazy Larry's 17,000 pairs of boots. Sam was sad that Janine only made a cameo appearance, since I made him read my BSC crackfic. Whee.

I updated my website with the stuff I've written lately, too. It was so very out of date.