
So I have an embarrassing story to tell..
It was an average wednesday afternoon and I had just finished work.
I was a bit frazzled as I had alot on my mind, but I needed to get petrol.
So I rolled up to my local stomping ground on Tarewa and put some 91 down Tommy Tomatoes throat.
I went to pay and when I returned to my car, I pulled the handle and DOH! Locked, and look, keys in the ignition! It was at that moment I realised I had one choice, and one choice only: Pull the 'I'M JUST A GIRL' card out!
In minuted I had 3 Caltex guys buzzing around my car trying to open it.
Man number one tried to hack the door open with a screwdriver, with my consent, but much to my horror he practically broke my door.
Man number two walked around my car with a distant look on his face pulling at every handle (um, helloooo, I tried that already!)
Man number three was a burly fellow...actually reminding me of Big Foot. He had big hair stomped around quite heavy and had some major ink going on. He stared alot at the situation and made low grunting noises and waved a piece of plastic around.
Eventually, man number one pulled the rubber casing from around my window and managed to squeeze his hand down and flick the lock open...YAY!
So that was my embarrassing story...as I drove away I wave at the 3 and blushed as I saw them still snickering about my blondeness.
I have no spiritual paralel to add to this story...I am just thankful for men.