My musical prodigy granddaugher (brilliant like all the other grandchildren!) needed a piano. She loves to play, but plunks away on a piano so out of tune, even I can tell. So I got online to find a nice inexpensive digital model that would be easy for her apartment-dwelling mother to move around. After the cat woke me at his usual 5:45 am (He hasn't learned about Saturday yet) I found one at near the right price and quality. Since it was posted around midnight, I hesitated to call too early.
I started calling around 7:30, while out yard-sale shopping. I called about every 15 minutes, never getting an answer. Frustrated when it neared 9:30, I rechecked the number--Yup, inverted the digits. So I dialed the right number and got the seller on the phone--still available. Amazing!
I rushed home to unload my yard-sale treasures so I'd have room for the piano. Brought things into the house, then rushed out with my ice water, wallet, address and cell phone. That's right, no keys, which I discovered after I'd locked the front door and tried the car door. The car immediately set up an amazingly obnoxious beeping. Couldn't get back into the house. Couldn't stop the beeping. I ran around to the back, balancing my water, wallet, cell phone and address, dug out the hidden key, went into the pitch black garage and tried to find my way down the stairs into the house without dumping said water, wallet, etc or self.
I got into the house, with the car still beeping, and couldn't recall where I'd put the keys. So I looked for the spare key, no luck. Finally, I remembered, for the early morning yard sales I'd worn a jacket, hastily discarded when I unloaded the car. The keys were right there in the pocket where I'd put them.
Racing out again, I finally quieted the car and waved red-faced to the neighbor. Away I went to see the piano. It looked good. I bought it. Backed into the mailbox as I was leaving.
