After two lovely gents bent the bars back so I could open my doors, I rustled around the truck looking for the key to the racks and couldn't find it anywhere. My face was bright red and I was sweating from the heat... So embarrassed of my bonehead maneuver. All i can think is, i know Nolan told me where the key was and i wasn't listening, as usual, he is going to kill me! The men where trying everything they could to help me, but nothing was going to happen until I found the damn key. Yo no se donde es la llave! Ahhh! I have such broken, horrible Spanish.
So I grab Stella and run into the dentist office to fess up to Nolan and ask where he put the key. The receptionist called the dentist and hands me the phone. I tell him I need to speak with Nolan, and he says no problem and hangs up. So I figure he is going to send him out.
Nolan is in the chair when the dentist tells him I need to talk to him and he starts thinking something horrible has happened. So as quickly as he can, he rushes out and I tell him what happened. He didn't say much for the next hour as we unloaded the water and gas from the cage, and bent the metal pieces back and Jimmy rigged it enough to get home. Turns out he was in much better spirits than I, thank god. I couldn't feel much worse at this point. It was so hot, that we went to get smoothies around the corner, and as I am waiting in line a huge painting fell on my head.... Again causing my to blush like crazy. I think the universe was telling me to snap out of my little pity party today.
Nolan is now fixing it. I am going to go bring him a cervesa, or perhaps one of these.....
Whoops!
Location:Puerto Vallarta
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