Yesterday I told you about a little travel problem I managed to cause for myself.
I left home after having recorded my radio show that’s due to be aired while I’m away.
I detailed some of the troubles I had with this trip, not many because I’m pretty good at traveling anymore.
As the title implied, I am Well Traveled!
Practice practice practice
So yesterday’s blog detailed how well I travel and the fact that i forgot to transfer my recorded radio show to the station that broadcasts it.
I always travel with a computer, but this time I unearthed one of my older computers and had it souped up.
That meant that my recorded show episode was on … yes, the computer I left at home, locked up, on the coffee table.
I needed help!
I needed someone like me, or maybe someone not like me? I needed someone, that was for sure.
I needed someone who was adventurous, and responsible. I needed someone who could solve problems on the fly should any arise, but also someone who could follow directions without getting distracted.
I needed someone like me, but also someone not like me, someone who was both me and … my partner! Yes. that was it, I needed two people.
And as luck would have it …
Living just five blocks away from my home are a couple of people who are also hosts of the same radio show.
Additionally, he has all my qualities, adventurous and able to problem solve on the fly, yet sometimes he can get distracted. And she? She is able to do things without getting distracted. She, like my partner, is the one you’d tag as responsible.
Together they are an amazing team.
And they were willing
They not only are good friends who enjoy adventures, but they also have a certain sense of propriety for the radio show we all work on.
So yesterday afternoon they got on their secret agent bicycles and headed for my house to pull off a planned invasion and rectify my mistake.
And they did!
They stealthily slipped up beside my pickup truck.
Then they contacted me on our secret dedicated communications devices (cell phones).
I gave them the combination to the door lock of my truck.
They accessed the garage door remote and activated it.
I guided them through the garage, into the laundry room, around the hallway and into the great room.
Once there they activated my laptop.
I gave them the password and the file names and they initiated an uplink to our middle man, let’s call him Steve.
Then, they left their fingerprints behind, slipped out of the garage, closed the garage door and locked up my truck.
And yes …
There will be a show on Sunday at 4 on my local radio station.
And yes, people with ADHD do really dislike cliffhangers.
And yes, friends are a good thing to have. Thanks, Dylan and Lauren, you join the long list of folks who have saved my bacon.