Tooooo Funny!

It all started out innocent enough. Our landlord, Angel, had come to collect the rent. I wanted to show him that the doorknob on the bedroom door wasn't functioning. You could turn the knob, but the lock didn't move. I showed him, and then in very excellent Spanish explained that my concern was that if the door were to shut all the way, it would lock and we couldn't get it opened. He looked at the knob, turned it from the inside of the door. . . hmmmmm the lock didn't move, then he reached around to the outside knob and turned it. Sure enough, the lock did not even wiggle! He then proceeded to shut the door as I said, "No, ten cuidado!", (be careful!) sure enough, he shut the door tight. When he turned the knob, he got a real funny look on his face. Yep, we are locked in the bedroom! (Is this a violation of Mission Rules?)

Hellooooooo... Does this picture say "Ooooops!?"

After the proper Jenson sarcasm, like - "do you have a hard time listening to a woman" and "the next time a woman speaks, listen", I called to Wayne, who was sitting at the kitchen table, to bring me a chair. He asked, "Why?" My reply was (again in my very best Spanish, so that Angel was sure to hear and understand), "Because our landlord is an idiot!" All of course with a smile and in good fun.

You can see that the chair has arrived as the escape-aide. He is feeling more embarrassed. "Disculpeme", has been expressed at least 4 times.

The Escape! (Angel later said he was impressed that I went through that window like teen-ager.)

Of course it was now time for my Gringo Grande to (literally) "step in" and come to the rescue. Angel was amazed that Wayne simply stepped through the window to get into the bedroom!

I don't know if you can see that Wayne is using a kitchen knife along with the huge padlock from our front door as a hammer to pop the hinges. The top hinge was a cinch, the bottom one a challenge. As this table knife quickly bent, I told Angel if he hadn't furnished us with such cheap tableware, it would have worked better. He still was so embarrassed, and every time I looked at him and gave him a jab, he would say "que pena", (what a pain), and I would say "Vale la pena" (it's worth it!)

Angel went to the neighbors to borrow a screwdriver, and that sped the process up considerably!

Mission Accomplished! . . . and a return to the original scene of the crime!

As you can see we all had a great time with this little episode. For those of you who have asked, What is your "typical day", I don't think we have "typical days"!!!!!

Thanks for visiting! (I do have lots of nice missionary experiences to post, but had to get this out of my system.)