mamadeb

I mentioned in an earlier post that I took my good suit and hat to the office with me. This was because it just seemed silly to go home, change and come back to a place a block away from my office - and it would probably entail using a car service at least one way, and that's money.

So. At about 1:15 (just as every other phone line was ringing *and* we had three people walk in),

jonbaker calls. He's locked himself out of the house and is calling from our neighbors. I have to field my calls and walk ins, and tell my boss and call a car service and forget about a lunch break. It takes forever to get through to the car service and then I have to wait (I do get work done while waiting)for the car. We drive to my house, I hand Jonathan the keys to open the door, he hands them back to me, and I'm off back to work, although I do find the time to pick up a couple of slices of pizza and a soda. I have to - MamaDeb with low blood sugar is a very nasty dragon indeed, and I was running on coffee.

$21 including tip, not including lunch, for the round trip, and my nice relaxing lunch time gone (I did read more smut in the car, so there was that.)

He owes me. I'm not sure what, but he owes me. Any suggestions?

Edited to add that he's just called me, suitably contrite.