Finished the semester on a high note, am just finally recovering. So, Jessie had been out of town on work and family. Last Wednesday night she came back but I had a heck of day leading up to it. My last final was late in the afternoon. So, thought I'd hit up coffee roasters for a breakfast pocket and some coffee. They were out of pockets so against my better judgement I got the hotdog that's kind of like a pig in a blanket. It has dough spiraled around the hot dog. They're kind of rough and I swore them off after the last time I tried them but that was what was available. So, popped onto the road towards campus. Thought I'd get a jump on studying if I ate the hotdog on the drive to campus. So of course the bun unraveled around the hotdog when I pulled it from the paper bag. Fixed it up at the stop light and resumed eating without incident. Got to campus. Pulled into my parking spot and the hot dog jumped out of the bun and hid under the e-brake. Figured I'd dump it in the paper garbage bag but when I grabbed it the bag jumped from the passenger seat to the wheel well. Had to unbuckle and carefully miss the slimy hot dog retrieving the bag. So, wrap things up with the hot dog and pull the extension cord out to plug in the car. The extension cord got tangled with my skis and popped the lid off the coffee and nearly knocked it over. Ouch! So, carefully pulled the extension cord out and plugged in. Made it up to my office without incident but then discovered I'd locked my keys in the car. Ooops! Insult to injury, got food poisoning from the hot dog. That's seriously the last time I eat one of those things.

I had to study so I didn't revisit the keys in the car till the end of the day. Everyone says call the campus police they love to get you into your car. Well, they only do it if you're the registered owner... I'm not. So, out of luck on that score. Rena, Ana, Pat, and I were going out to celebrate the end of the semester but before that I gave Emily and Luke a jingle to see about borrowing their car until Jessie got home later that night. No problem but it was almost out of gas. So, Pat and Ana dropped me off at their house and I scored their car which looked like it had enough gas to get me home to the dogs and then back into town for Jessie later.
I get home and it turns out you can open the house if the keys are locked in the car on campus. So the dogs got all fired up for nothing. Johnson suggested I call a taxi to get serviced on campus.

Back to campus. On campus I tried every taxi but the North Pole ones. No one answered the phone. Eventually gave up and figured I'd run back to the house and somehow break in. But first, to try breaking into the car. So here's my successful setup:


Of particular note I think is a fork. This setting from Fred Meyer's a few years ago comes through again. Last time this silverware made an appearance was digging a boulder out from under the truck a couple years back. This time around it was key to prying the window open enough for the yard stick to work its magic:



After a half hour or so I was in and had enough time before Jessie got in to run home and clean house a bit. Woo!