Arrive at in-law’s house with six-year old (Michael’s mom adopted her last year — we’ll call her Curly) just done with tennis lessons. See grandmother’s car in driveway.
Walk to door, ring bell. Ring bell again. And again.
No answer.
Knock on door. Knock on door again. Then some more. The louder. Ask Curly if she could be sleeping. “Maybe, she said she wasn’t feeling well.”
Knock on door some more.
Yell at Curly to get out of the bushes where the ticks are.
Knock on door.
Go to car, retrieve cell phone. Call house, no answer. Call her cell. No answer. Remember spare house key is in Michael’s car, not mine.
Bang on door.
Walk around house to basement window (facing into her apartment.) Look through screen. See lights on, dog barking. Call her name.
“Grandma! Graaaandma! GRANDMA!!!”
Being to panic.
Bang on window. Ask dog, “Where’s Grandma?” in hopes of sudden Lassie abilities.
Send Curly to play on trampoline. Act as though everything is OK.
Bang on window. Has she fallen and can’t get up?
Call mother-in-law. Explain situation. Find out that she hasn’t been able to get a hold of grandmother for an hour.
Panic.
Tell Curly to stay on trampoline and jump as high as she can. Walk across the street to neighbors in possession of spare key.
Ring doorbell. Contemplate finding Grandma unconscious. Wonder if I remember CPR. Panic.
Hear footsteps approaching door.
Door opens…
…
…
…
it’s GRANDMA.
Stopping by the neighbors to chat.
And effectively giving me an aneurysm.
Inform her of panicked last few minutes and tell her I’m so happy she’s alive.
Because now I’m going to kill her.
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June 2, 2009 at 8:22 am
Kat
I’ve had a few of those moments in my life too! Scary!
June 2, 2009 at 8:54 am
Jessica
Grandma! I have had things like that happen with my Gram. She’ll accidentally leave the phone off the hook just enough so that the line is busy. One relative calls for a chat…gets concerned…calls another relative…it goes on and on =)
Thankfully Gram was fine!
June 2, 2009 at 9:59 am
Jersey
That happened with my grandma a few years ago. She lives alone and no one could get in touch with her for a good 3 hours…
She went to visit her coworker in the hospital. So at least she was there if something had happened…
June 2, 2009 at 10:19 am
Cee
Yipes! Sooooo scary! I’m glad she’s OK!
June 2, 2009 at 10:32 am
Sara
I am sorry you were scared…but this was really funny to read. I could picture every minute of it.
June 2, 2009 at 11:25 am
DevilsHeaven
I lived this moment last summer, with my own mother. She’d left her cell in her bicycle basket and went out to dinner with her sister who was in town visiting. I even had my then finance’ go by and look in the windows and was on my way there with the key when my aunt called on behalf of my mother, who got a serious ass chewing about being “responsible” and not giving her daughter a heart attack.
June 2, 2009 at 11:55 am
Christina
ugh! that’s so scary!
June 2, 2009 at 12:08 pm
spamwarrior
Oh my gosh. That is so scary! I’m glad she was ok, though! Wow.
June 2, 2009 at 12:30 pm
Cass
Yikes, I’ve been there before…too many times. I actually lived with my g. gma for years and if I wasn’t at home and no one else in the family could get a hold of her the world went into full fledged panic.
Of course there was never a problem, but each of us probably earned a heart attack over the years.
June 2, 2009 at 2:20 pm
Marissa
Eek! Glad it all worked out!
June 3, 2009 at 7:03 pm
Lisa
I hate those moments, too! I was panicked reading this for you.