I might be half a redneck.
I mean that literally.
As in half of my neck is red.
Let me elaborate.
Chris planned a little get away for us to Pawley’s Island, SC last weekend after I got home from Ohio. It was so sweet. I had 2 nights at home and then I repacked for the beach and for a quick overnight in Charleston for his board meeting.
As we often find it is a small world. The condo we rented belongs to a couple that lived one street over from us when we lived in Mooresville, NC. Still with me? Not that we knew them but when I looked at the address where I was to send our deposit I discovered that they were neighbors one street over. Weird, huh?
The condo was small but served us well for the few nights we were there. Since it was only the two of us we didn’t need much and it had a great view of the pool AND the ocean. Winner winner chicken dinner.
Friday we headed out to grab some breakfast at what quickly became my favorite place Eggs Up Grill. (Come back tomorrow for a review of this amazing place.)
When we returned to the condo I entered the code on the lock and turned the handle.
I redid it.
Chris tried with the same results.
Fortunately we had the owner’s information in our phones so a quick call and message was left to alert them to our dilemma.
Soon we were contacted and told that their maintenance man would be on the way with a key that would override the combination lock.
We left a note and headed to sit poolside while we waited.
Repairman arrives, Chris leaves to meet him and I hang out poolside.
Chris texts that the key does not work.
I try to push down the panic. All of our stuff is inside. Not to mention I have to use the bathroom. (Darn coffee.)
Time passes. Lots more time.
Chris also discovers that the 2 small bags of groceries we left outside the door so we didn’t have to lug them up and down disappeared. Did someone think they were trash and took them? Or did someone help themselves to our goodies?
My neck gets red. Just half of it because remember I did not plan to sit out by the pool and had no sunscreen or anything and that sun was hot but I was positioned so only the right side of me was getting the sun.
Finally Chris texts and says that they managed to get in.
It took some plastic and ingenuity but the maintenance guy managed to get the door open but was afraid to close it as we could very well be locked in. And out.
He took the lock off and figured out what piece was causing the issue, fixed it and was on his way. Fortunately the owners told us where a spare key was in case it failed again.
Every time we left we took the key and prayed.
The good news is that prayers work and in this case the lock worked the way it was supposed to work the rest of the stay.
My take away was a half baked neck and a new appreciation for key locks and not combination locks.
But what about this beach, guys? Pretty fabulous, right?