newschick | Attack, meet heart.

Went over to Heathy and Marshie's this afternoon to watch the (horrible) hockey game and have some (scrumptious) dinner. We had lots of fun, and after finding it difficult to breathe because of Heathy's stinky cat, I decided it was time to head for home. Heathy walked me down to the garage, and that's when the fun started. The garage doors were closed, the doors were locked, with my precious car trapped inside and no apparent way for anyone to get in. Baffled, we went back upstairs, discussed the situation with Marshie, and they lent me their car for the night in the hopes that my car would be freed by morning and all would be well. On the drive back to my parents' place, many horrible thoughts raced through my mind. What if the garage is still all locked up tomorrow because it's Easter. Marshie said it was closed yesterday for Good Friday, so why would it open on Easter Sunday? I can't go back to Chatham with Heathy's car! My bank card is in my car, my license is in my car! How am I going to find someone to fill in for me at work on Monday morning, everyone's gone to their parents' places for the weekend and I have no way of getting in touch with anyone. Worse, what if the garage doesn't open on Monday either?? Say I'm stuck here, carless until TUESDAY! I have court on Tuesday morning, and I cannot miss that! Much mind racing, much panic. I get home, check my email and what do I find but a letter from Marshie entitled "Your car is safe." Their private garage is miraculously attached to the public garage (both Heathy and Marshie thought it wasn't), and Marshie has now moved my car into their private spot for the night, and will be safely returned to me tomorrow. I think my heart has resumed its normal rhythm now, and I just might be able to get to sleep some time soon.
Marshie is my hero.