Thursday, October 27, 2011

My Afternoon with Jan the Locksmith

Now that you've all had a chance to read about my Friday night,
here is Part 2 of the weirdest weekend of my life.

SATURDAY
So, after the whole police incident the night before,
I woke up Saturday STILL having absolutely no idea
where my keys were.

Julia checked her car.
Landon checked his.
I checked my whole apartment.
The KH clubhouse.
I even called the Maverik we went to for frozen yogurt.
No luck.

SO, in an attempt to quickly solve the problem,
I passed up a free ticket to the football game
inadvertently missing out on all this fun:
and decided to call a locksmith to get a new key made.

The first guy I called
(who for the record was Bilco Safe and Lock)
snottily told me it would cost $250 and would be at least an hour wait
just because it was a Saturday afternoon.
I'm sorry - I obviously intentionally lost my keys
on a Saturday afternoon to inconvenience YOU.
Right.

So, as I went further down the list, the price magically
got cheaper and cheaper.
$165...
$115...
$95...
I finally settled on a nice guy named Jan at
AA Lockout Specialist
who said he'd do it for $85 and be over in 10 minutes.
Cha-ching!

Jan got to my car at 3:30pm.
I had no idea at the time that he would be there for almost 5 hours.
First, he used the trunk lock
Which was so corroded that he couldn't figure out how to make the key.
Plus, even if the key was right, it probably wouldn't open the lock, he tells me.
I always thought it wouldn't open just because I had a valet key or something...

So two hours later, Jan decides it's a better idea to go through my passenger side door
and promptly begins to take my door apart until it looks something like this:
(not my car, but you get the idea...)
Mind you, I can't exactly leave this stranger with my car,
so this whole time I'm sitting on the curb
learning way more about locksmithery than I ever needed to know.

Jan says the door lock is much easier to use than my corroded trunk one.
But for some reason, no key he makes
(and he churned out about 7 of them)
will turn the lock.
By 7:45, it's getting dark, I've spent my entire afternoon sitting on a curb
and I am frustrated to the max.
That's when I get a phone call from Landon
"Dude, I just found your keys..."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Apparently my keys managed to wedge themselves deep into the
inner recesses of Landon's passenger seat.
They were also caught red-handed using an Invisibility Cloak.

So, I relay this news to poor Jan the Locksmith
who kindly begins to put my entire car back together
while telling me a story about how his truck got stolen when he was a student at BYU.
I guess it could've been worse...

The kicker came when Landon dropped off my keys.
Jan takes one look at them, shakes his head and sticks my car key in the passenger door.
The lock doesn't turn.
He walks around to the as-yet-untouched driver's side.
The key obviously works.
He then proceeds to grab the very first key he made 3.5 hours ago...
Opens my driver's side door on the first try.
All I could say was
"You've got to be kidding me."

Moral of the story:
CHECK EVERY DOOR

On the plus side, if anyone ever needs a good locksmith, I can give a great recommendation...

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Keys, Cops and Caleb Blood: A Normal Friday Night

WHAT a weekend. My Friday/Saturday/Sunday was an insane mix 
of a perfect college weekend and a case of "you've got to be kidding me..."
Ready for the story? 
This is Part 1

FRIDAY
Friday night started out perfectly great.
First on the agenda was dinner with Emily.
Introducing her to the joy of Pasta Factory turned out to
be more difficult than we expected. Neither of us were able to finish 
our food. The worst part was that we had to skip the Never-on Sundae...
Then, Phase 2 of the night began here:
to meet up with some other friends for our former wardie
Caleb Blood's show.
Naturally, we insisted on being right in front
of the stage to cheer him on. Caleb is an incredible
musician - remember his name because he's going to be
huge one day.
After the show, we eventually made our way back to King Henry,
effectively distracted Landon from his homework and decided
to hit up Maverik for some frozen yogurt.
This is where the trouble started...

On the way back from Maverik, I realized I had
somehow managed to misplace my keys.
If you know me, this comes as no surprise.
I lose important things (i.e. keys, wallet, etc.) roughly
5 million times a week.
They always turn up.
But this time, the search proved fruitless - my keys had vanished.

By 2 am, I decided to check my car to see if I left them there
after moving it from the parking lot to the street.
(Note to self: BUY A PARKING PASS)
Without thinking, I walked to my car and opened the passenger side door.
My first thought was "Oh good they must be in here!"
Then the alarm started going off. 
If you haven't ridden in my car, you need to know it's a little booby-trapped
and that since I was in a hurry when I parked, 
I forgot to specifically lock my tricky passenger side door.

Since my alarm is already going off, I decide I might as well just look for my keys.
Turn the lights on, quickly search my front and back seats.
Nothing.
In frustration, I slam the door.
Finally, the alarm goes off, but I think to myself
"Why aren't the lights turning off?"
That would be because I didn't turn them off before closing the door.
Smart Glenn.

Now I have yet another dilemma on my hands:
Do I open the door, set the alarm off again and turn off the lights?
Or do I leave the lights on and not risk waking up the entire neighborhood 
again at 2:30 in the morning?
In a stroke of inspiration, I remember that my key fob is 
sitting on my desk in my room.
So I run back and grab it, thinking I've solved this whole problem.
But upon reaching my car again, I'm greeted by two of these:
Apparently someone called the cops because
it looked like I was trying to steal my own car.
I calmly explain the situation to Officer #1 while Officer #2 sits
in his car for back-up. Because I clearly look like a dangerous criminal
in my sweater and Snoopy PJ pants...
To prove my innocence, Officer #1 asks me to unlock the car with my fob.
No prob.
I pull it out of my pocket, click unlock...nothing happens.
Nervous laugh. Click it again. And again.
Nothing.

Now Officer #1 is looking at me like I'm an idiot.
The battery must be dead, I explain.
But here's my license! Just radio the license plate in, it's registered
in my parents' names!
Satisfied I've fixed this ridiculous situation, I sit back and listen as
Officer #1 radios in my license plate number.
The person on the other end radios back and it takes me
a few seconds to realize that
the names I'm hearing over the static are 
NOT my parents' names.
Now it looks like I've lied to Officer #1 twice in five minutes.
At this point, all I can think is "This must be a joke.
Where's Ashton? I must be getting Punk'd right now."
Officer #1 doesn't think it's very funny.
Then all I could think was how I was going to 
call my parents from a jail cell at 
2:30 AM and explain that I got arrested
for trying to steal MY OWN CAR.

In the end, I convinced him to let me break into my car
one more time, turn off the lights, and grab the 
registration from the glove box.
With my innocence sufficiently proven Officer #1 and Officer #2
(who never actually got out of his car...)
drove off into the night,
leaving me standing next to my car.
Alarm going off full blast.
Waking up the entire neighborhood for the 2nd time
 at 2:30 in the morning.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Monday, October 17, 2011

Tweety Birds

Over the past few months, I've managed to develop a full-blown,
unabashed addiction/obsession with Twitter.
I first signed up for an account in December, about 6 weeks after coming home from my mission.
At first,  I barely ever used it.
But around the beginning of summer, Twitter Fever hit
and I jumped in feet first.
Then, the recruiting process started and more and more of my friends started tweeting.
Now it's pretty much a prerequisite to initiation into the group: get a Twitter.
 (Look! Someone found the Twitter bird!)
Half my tweets are in code.
Half are random observations about life.
I actually catch myself thinking in hashtags.
I can't wait to have a smartphone again so I can start Twitpic-ing
the 25 things a day I see and think to myself "I really wish I could post that to Twitter..."
It's clearly a really healthy relationship.
But until then...
In the meantime, follow me on Twitter by clicking on the link below!
Prepare to be entertained. Or just confused.

Follow glennsrowley on Twitter

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Kelsie's Farewell - In Pictures

After the last post, I was looking through Facebook and realized there were so many great pictures from Kelsie's farewell that they deserved another post all to themselves.
My ward really is so great. I've said it a million times before but I have no idea how I got so lucky.
Ben, Emily, Todd, Rachel, Me, Richard, Mickey, and Julia before the open house.
Me and Audi
Allie and Jeff, my favorite newlyweds
Me and Marianne
Now for some of the headshots....
Todd aka Flynn Rider
Richard
Em
Mickey
Julia and Rachel B.

It's always a party when this crew gets together - as you'll see in future catch-up posts...

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sister Missionaries

Once again, I find myself up early in the morning, feeling like I need to catch up on my blog. It's been six weeks since my last post...One of these days, I will get back into the blogging groove.

Instead of doing another insanely long catch-up post, I'm just going to do a bunch of posts about the most important highlights from Sept. 2 - Oct. 15. Yeah, we'll see how that goes...

One thing I've learned over the past several years is that saying goodbye to people is just a part of life.
It's never fun, and I never handle it super well.
But I'm learning ha.
Last month, I had to do it twice, to two very special girls.
The first was Miss Taylor Brown.
As most of you probably know, Taylor was my very best friend throughout high school.
(2007)
(2011)
From 2005-2007, Tay and I did pretty much everything together,
(including roughly 1,000,000 hours of restitution for all the times we ditched class...)
As 1/3 of The Six, we've always had a unique bond.
And ever since we graduated nearly five years ago,
our friendship has stood the tests of time, distance, my mission, and even a couple rough patches.
She's the only person in the world who can call me Glenny Poo and get away with it...

Way back in March, after swearing me to complete secrecy, she told me she was getting promptings to start her papers and go on a mission.
I was all for the idea,
and a couple months later,
she was called to the England Leeds Mission!

Tay reported to the Preston, England MTC on September 14
and, as of last week,
got to her very first area called Sunderland.
You can read all about her experiences at
sistertaylorbrown.blogspot.com

This is Kelsie Wadsworth.

Kelsie and I met in May, a few weeks after I moved to King Henry. From the day we met, Kelsie and I just clicked. I actually remember it really distinctly: I had spent my birthday weekend in STG, and I drove back to Provo on Sunday night. With my birthday crown my mom so lovingly picked out for me still obviously on my head, I walked into my apartment to find half my ward congregated in my living room. After a loud, surprise rendition of Happy Birthday from this group of people I barely knew at the time, I ended up sitting on a couch, crown still firmly in place, next to this girl who introduced herself as Kelsie...Next thing I knew, we had been talking for over an hour.

The rest was pretty much history, but needless to say we got really really close over the course of the summer. (This girl even got me to hike the Y - something that is now completely, utterly crossed off my bucket list, never to be done again...) When she told me she wanted to go on a mission, I was excited for her, but assumed she wouldn't be leaving for several months like most other missionaries. Little did I know Heavenly Father had other plans in mind...

Kelsie opened her call the first weekend of September. She was called to the Arizona Tempe Mission - Spanish Speaking! But there was more - she had to report to the MTC in 2.5 weeks. So, two weeks later, her family flew out from Ohio for her farewell and our friends turned out in droves to say goodbye to her.
There were so many of us at the open house afterwards, that the easiest place to take a picture was on the balcony, while the camera guy stood on the golf course that backed onto the house!
(I don't know why someone felt it was necessary to take this picture, but since it's on FB, I'm using it...)
Hermana Wadsworth is currently in the Provo MTC just a few blocks away. I never thought I'd be as excited to get a letter from a missionary as I was this week when her first letter showed up in the mail.

I'm so proud of Taylor and Kelsie for choosing to sacrifice 18 months of their lives to share this wonderful gospel with others. When I count my blessings, I count both of these girls twice.
To find out more about what they are teaching people in England and Arizona, visit mormon.org