There’s this woman I know… I’ll call her Gianna for anonymity.  And here’s the latest adventure in her sad, sorry tale…

Gianna is ripping around Friday morning trying to do too many things at once (as she often does).  She’s contemplating the moon and the stars whilst playing Battleship with her young offspring.  Gianna looks at the clock at realizes that she has 7.5 minutes to get small offspring to Kindergarten. 

Meanwhile, two contractor people have been at her house since 7:30 a.m.  One of them mentioned that he was leaving to go get a tool.  The contractor’s white truck is absent from the street when Gianna looks out the window. 

Downstairs on the main floor of the house, the laundry room can be deadbolted from Gianna’s hallway AND from the inlaw suite that it attaches to.  Gianna (who has managed to pack a backpack and convince said child to put on shoes, coat, & smile even though the battleship game was interrupted – all in less than twenty seconds) is about to leave the house when she notes that the laundry room door is open from her hallway.   Her brain registers that there are sounds from there, but doesn’t properly process the information.  Quick as lightening, she shuts and bolts the laundry room door before exiting the front door.   

At Kindergarten, having deposited child in the nick of time, Gianna is feeling pretty groovy.  She chats with a couple of the moms and then decides that a trip to the mall to retrieve her Estee Lauder gift with purchase is in good order.  So she winds her way down the hill and fifteen minutes later, she’s in the parking lot, looking at The Bay, pondering if the free lipstick she’s about to claim might miraculously be a fabulous color…

BUT.  Somewhere in the moments when she opens the car door and puts her feet to the pavement, she stops cold.  Her brain is processing the information that it didn’t before:

• Only ONE of the contractors said he was leaving to get a tool.  The other one, therefore, was in her house.
• The laundry room was needing new insulation & ceiling tiles (which the contractors brought & had in the hallway).
• The light in the laundry room was on when she deadbolted it – Gianna NEVER leaves lights on…

Oh yes, people.  Gianna, at that very moment, came to an epiphany that in her rush to get out the door on time, she had LOCKED THE CONTRACTOR IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM (and deadbolted the door).  MAKING MATTERS SO MUCH WORSE, SHE THEN FROLICKED TO THE MALL FOR FREE LIPSTICK…

Now.  I ask you.  What kind of sick person does this???????

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