I was working from home as I often do. Meka called me around 10:00 from school. She only calls me when it’s serious.
“It’s nothing serious,” she explained. “I took your keys this morning by accident.”
I didn’t have any place I needed to be. I was just doing calls and connecting remotely to my clients. I had plenty of bread and lunch meat and at least three types of chips. We even had half a dozen bottles of Diet Pepsi in the pantry. But none of that mattered as – suddenly – all the things I couldn’t do came to the forefront. I wasn’t going to be able to go out to the post office or the library. I hadn’t planned to go to either of them, but now that I absolutely couldn’t… it was difficult to deal with.
Living in a suburban sprawl, you have to have access to a car. Even a trek to the corner gas station is a three mile round trip. I’ve walked it a few times when the weather was nice, but with a wind chill dipping below zero, that wasn’t a possibility.
I was trapped.
“I know you don’t like it when you can’t get out,” said Meka. “I’ll come home at lunch time and drop them off.”
“No problem,” I replied nonchalantly. “See you then.” I hung up the phone and counted the long minutes until I could – potentially – be free once again.