Picture this, it’s a beautiful Saturday morning. I wake up to take my dog Jones out for a walk. This is my usual morning adventure even during the week. If I don’t walk Jones, he’ll tear through some of my shoes or he’ll eat dirt and decide that it would be a great idea to throw up on my bed. We’ve got a love/hate relationship. More love than hate, I’d definitely say. Anyway, once we get back I usually give him his breakfast. On the weekends, he gets a special breakfast. I cook up some bacon and eggs for myself, and he usually will get coconut oil mixed in with his food. It’s really been helping him get his coat shiny and smooth, but more importantly it’s been helping get his breath under control. Eating dirt and getting in touch with his inner bulimic was not helpful.
Once he’s done eating, I’ll wash the dishes. And then, I usually will just sit on the couch with him and catch up on my TV shows. But, today was going to be different. I had a date tonight and I hadn’t cleaned my apartment in over two weeks. To say it was a mess would have been an understatement. I had piles of clothes that needed to be washed or folded, I wasn’t sure, sitting in a corner. There were some boxes I had gotten from Amazon and a pile of bills that needed to be paid. The dishes hadn’t been done this week, so I was glad I started there.
It was 10 a.m. and I was still in my pajamas. I had until 7 p.m. to get ready for my date at 8 p.m. So, I threw the pile of clothes sitting in the corner of my bedroom into the washer and I took a nap. An hour later, the buzzing of the washer woke me up. I got up, put the load in the dryer and headed back to bed. By noon, I was woken up again thanks to the dryer. This time, I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep because I had to fold and hang the clothes. After doing that, I took to getting rid of the trash, unboxing my new PS4 and video games that I had gotten from Amazon and not playing them. That was the hardest thing I have ever done. I set it up and went downstairs with my trash and recycling around 5:30 p.m. when everything else had been taken care of. But when I headed back upstairs, I realized I was in my boxers and with no keys in my hand. After a series of curses left my mouth and the thought of breaking a window crossed my mind. I thankfully remembered that my cell phone was in my hand. I can’t go anywhere without my cell phone, so I looked up emergency locksmiths in the Dallas area and I found Dallas Locksmith 247.
The guy showed up, and smiled at the sight of my stained white t-shirt and checkered boxers. I was embarrassed, but he told me it happens more often than one would think. That made me feel better, but I told him I still needed to groom for my big date tonight. He opened the door a second after I told him that and he told me that he’s the residential locksmith expert at Dallas Locksmith 247. I thanked him and he handed me a bill that I paid right away (I didn’t need it sitting on my desk for a week). I hurried off to jump in the shower because it was 6:30 p.m. now and I needed to leave here by 7:30 at the latest to get to the date.
I sped through the shower so quickly the water didn’t even have time to get warm. I picked out a blue polo because it brought out my eyes, a pair of khakis and a sports jacket to head to the restaurant, Abacus, that I had made reservations for at 8. I waited anxiously for Amanda. She was late. An hour passed and still she hadn’t shown up. So, I headed home. As I was driving back home, Amanda called and let me know that she had locked her car keys along with her cell phone in the car and she had to call a locksmith to get her out. Funnily enough, she had called Dallas Locksmith 247 after a neighbor of hers had let her use her phone. I laughed with her about both of our predicaments and we decided to just casually go to a diner for our date.