Chivalry Alive and Well in Kingston
So, a few of us mommies ran 15 kilometres on Sunday just for the heck of it.
But this blog is not all about me, as my biggest fan/anonymous poster will be relieved. (But seriously, you're still reading this every day. Why, I ask? Why?)
After our run, we returned to the parking lot where we'd left our cars. Our legs hurt. Our bodies were tired. Our minds were relieved the route had come to an end and we were all dreaming about what we'd eat for lunch. And I was dreaming about air conditioning because it was dang hot on Sunday.
Then, one of the runners realized she locked her keys in the car.
Her back window and her sunroof were open a little and we could see her keys on the passenger seat.
Oh no! What were us helpless ladies to do?
I ran (yes, I actually put my sore legs back in motion and ran - tho it was just across the street) to a bar and asked for a coat hanger while the other girls found down a man who, luck was obviously on our side, worked as a taxi driver in Montreal.
Not only did the bar give me the coat hanger, they gave me a guy to come over and demonstrate how to retrieve the keys.
A plan was devised. The coat hanger was stretched out so that the boys could pull a MacGyver and hook the keys onto the coat hanger. Then, they'd lift them up, ever so gently, and pull them out the open window.
All this manly man work drew two more men who wanted to come over and help/gawk and by the time we were done and had the keys back, we had four men, one coat hanger, and a firecracker to help us get the keys. (Don't ask about the firecracker. We really would've needed Richard Dean Anderson for that.)
The guys smiled, went back to what they were doing, and we were free to go home to our families and honeys.
I'm feeling optimistic. These were nice guys. Maybe there are nice guys left in the world because, let me put it to you this way: we were looking hot, not HOT so they obviously weren't doing it cause we were all dolled up, looking like we were interested, or something.
So thank you, gentlemen. Chivalry isn't dead.
But this blog is not all about me, as my biggest fan/anonymous poster will be relieved. (But seriously, you're still reading this every day. Why, I ask? Why?)
After our run, we returned to the parking lot where we'd left our cars. Our legs hurt. Our bodies were tired. Our minds were relieved the route had come to an end and we were all dreaming about what we'd eat for lunch. And I was dreaming about air conditioning because it was dang hot on Sunday.
Then, one of the runners realized she locked her keys in the car.
Her back window and her sunroof were open a little and we could see her keys on the passenger seat.
Oh no! What were us helpless ladies to do?
I ran (yes, I actually put my sore legs back in motion and ran - tho it was just across the street) to a bar and asked for a coat hanger while the other girls found down a man who, luck was obviously on our side, worked as a taxi driver in Montreal.
Not only did the bar give me the coat hanger, they gave me a guy to come over and demonstrate how to retrieve the keys.
A plan was devised. The coat hanger was stretched out so that the boys could pull a MacGyver and hook the keys onto the coat hanger. Then, they'd lift them up, ever so gently, and pull them out the open window.
All this manly man work drew two more men who wanted to come over and help/gawk and by the time we were done and had the keys back, we had four men, one coat hanger, and a firecracker to help us get the keys. (Don't ask about the firecracker. We really would've needed Richard Dean Anderson for that.)
The guys smiled, went back to what they were doing, and we were free to go home to our families and honeys.
I'm feeling optimistic. These were nice guys. Maybe there are nice guys left in the world because, let me put it to you this way: we were looking hot, not HOT so they obviously weren't doing it cause we were all dolled up, looking like we were interested, or something.
So thank you, gentlemen. Chivalry isn't dead.
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