Locked Out

What a week it was, or should I say a week that wasn’t.  Nothing happened that was worthy of going in to a blog.  Although I have a special place in my heart for writing a research paper no one wants to hear that, not even me. So I bring you a story from my past.  This story takes place in 2006 at a graveyard.  My grandmother, father and mother joined me at the graveyard.  I was eleven years old.  My grandmother was 78 years, and is now 82 years old.  Now we were going to the graveyard to visit my grandfather’s grave, it was the 10^th anniversary of his death.  So after we were do pay homage we tried to get back in to our truck and leave, except there was one problem, the doors were locked with the keys in side.  Along with the doors being locked both of my parent’s brick like early 2000 phone were in the truck, the locked truck, at a graveyard.  There are better places to be locked out of your vehicle, at your work, at the store, anywhere other than where people are buried.  Now I was eleven years old and had and still have on over active imagination, which is not good to have at a graveyard.  Now we were trapped for about an hour and a half to two hours.  I really got to know the sights and sounds of the graveyard.  I got to know the names of the people buried next to my grandfather at the mausoleum.  I got to know the songs that the bells rang out every half an hour.  I spend about fifteen minutes trying to find the oldest person buried there.  After a while I began to put my imagination to work.  I pictured myself in the thriller video, dancing with a bunch of zombies.  I as pictured myself in a Scooby-doo carton trying to solve a mystery.  I pictured myself as Fred.  Not because I want to be the leader because I wanted to wear an orange ascot.  So after my parents flagged down a van in the cemetery we were finally able to get a hold of my sister and have her bring the extra key to the truck.  So then we went home and all returned to normal.  Later after much thought my parents and I think we have the reason for the truck getting locked.  When my grandmother was getting out of the truck she hit the lock button and locked it.  Now when we go anywhere with her we leave one door open if the keys are still in the vehicle just in case.  My grandmother has never admitted to doing this, she is stubborn in there old age.  Now I know where I get it from.