horror story...
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:55 pm
...picture this, you buy one of those water wallets because you're so frickin' smart...you drive out to haulover bay for a snorkel...stash your credit cards, id, cash, and the jeep key into this thing put it in your suit pocket and close the velcro flap...go snorkeling (pretty good actually)...get to shore and it's gone.
...jeep is locked with phone inside...
screwed...monday is not going well...
the overbabe is not amused with my fuc'up...i march down the beach to a group of kayakers to commandeer a vessel to search for the damn thing...well these sweet midwest folks set me out on a kayak and then they mobilized to join in the search...we covered the whole dam bay for an hour...no dice...get this...they offer us their jeep to drive all the way to cruz for a new key and hand us a $50 dollar bill in case we need it..(.this is not fiction)...we drive the 50 hills back to town for our new $175 car key with the snazzy computer chip in it...we can't even go back to our cruz bay villa to get money because the house key was locked in the jeep at haulover bay...ahh vacation...drive 50 hills back the other way to return their jeep and reclaim ours...we thank them but can't repay them...we return the next day to try the 'maybe it sank' theory and snorkel for the little bastard...no dice again...an amazing escape by the elusive water wallet...we dropped off $50 to their house for a last day jeep fill-up as thanks...
so if anyone happens to find it the cash is yours but the key is worth $175 to us when we return it to the rental place. (we snorkeled the left side around the point a bit on march 10)
the ultimate irony, getting a device to keep your belongings safe from being stolen by the benevolent people that eventually save you.
a cosmic kick in the groin.
lessons: stjohn karma is sweet and don't trust velcro.
...jeep is locked with phone inside...
screwed...monday is not going well...
the overbabe is not amused with my fuc'up...i march down the beach to a group of kayakers to commandeer a vessel to search for the damn thing...well these sweet midwest folks set me out on a kayak and then they mobilized to join in the search...we covered the whole dam bay for an hour...no dice...get this...they offer us their jeep to drive all the way to cruz for a new key and hand us a $50 dollar bill in case we need it..(.this is not fiction)...we drive the 50 hills back to town for our new $175 car key with the snazzy computer chip in it...we can't even go back to our cruz bay villa to get money because the house key was locked in the jeep at haulover bay...ahh vacation...drive 50 hills back the other way to return their jeep and reclaim ours...we thank them but can't repay them...we return the next day to try the 'maybe it sank' theory and snorkel for the little bastard...no dice again...an amazing escape by the elusive water wallet...we dropped off $50 to their house for a last day jeep fill-up as thanks...
so if anyone happens to find it the cash is yours but the key is worth $175 to us when we return it to the rental place. (we snorkeled the left side around the point a bit on march 10)
the ultimate irony, getting a device to keep your belongings safe from being stolen by the benevolent people that eventually save you.
a cosmic kick in the groin.
lessons: stjohn karma is sweet and don't trust velcro.