Stranded.

In a bathing suit, no shoes, no keys, no ID, no sunglasses or hat at High Noon on a perfect, sunny Sunday.

I scurried back to the pool gingerly tiptoeing on hot black pavement.

I ran into a 90 plus woman who kindly lent me her iPhone.

It took awhile for her to remember the code. Before I was able to use her phone she asked me to call her son to have him drive over two Tylenol.

Fingers crossed, I phoned the security gate to see if they had duplicate keys.

Victory, but they were hesitant as I did not have identification on me, explaining that I was only clothed in a swimsuit. Do most people swim with their driver’s license lodged in secret spots?!

After leaving me hanging on the telephone for 10 minutes this dude’s supervisor consented to driving over the keys.

Another 20 minutes of standing in the middle of the road in a swimsuit awaiting rescue.

Two lovely ladies passed by and hearing of my plight immediately called the front gate demanding the keys RIGHT NOW!

Our version of Andy Griffith rolled up and would not give me keys until he watched me head to my door. Then he followed asking again for a form of ID.

Finally, after almost 1 hour I was reunited with my home interior.

Moral of the story, never turn your back on your front door when there is a breeze blowing and you are against the wind.