Thursday, March 27, 2008

Twenty years later, MacGyver STILL saves the day

Jamie and I stepped out for ice cream on Tuesday, a couple of hours before her flight home. Upon returning to my apartment, however, we discovered that I had definitely locked us out: out of the apartment, out of my car, out of everything. Tiffany (my roommate) was still at work. I didn't have my landlady's number. And we don't keep a spare key under the mat.


Luckily for us, this Christmas I received none other than The Unofficial MacGyver How-to Handbook. With two bobby pins (courtesy of Jamie's purse) and a secret third tool, I PICKED THE LOCK. (Thank you, thank you-- you can have the trophies and gift baskets sent to the delivery entrance in the alley.)


Some little girls wanted to be princesses. I wanted to be a spy. I think it was all that Cold War hype. My brothers camped in tents in the backyard, hoping for a reenactment of Red Dawn. We had MacGyver on the tube, who was always stickin' it to the Iron Curtain. No helpless damsels in my house, boy.



And we're gonna look into changing the locks, BTW.

2 comments:

Ian Davis said...

dun dun dun.. dun dun dun.. dun dun dun dun dun dun dun...

(macgyver theme song)

DaForeigner said...

HaHa. That's hot. Was the bolt lock on as well? or just the lower lock? If you picked the bolt lock I will give you 1000000000 kudos!!!!

Rob