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Some Kids I Have Known
Gramma! Jerry's in the Bathroom, Locked


Jenny Lou was on her hands and knees scraping up boiled eggs off the floor where her grandchildren had dropped it during lunch. With all the grown up courage a four year old could muster her Grandson came running down the hallway calling out, "Gramma!" "Gramma!" "Jerry's locked herself in the bathroom."

"Oh my!" "Oh My!" Grandma Jenny Lou was trying to think as she ran. "A hanger." "I need a clothes hanger."

Frantically she was jabbing the straightened out clothes hanger wire through the middle of the door knob where she had been told the lock could be released. She turned it right, left, around, pushed on it, but, unfortunately, nothing was working. As her eyes fell to the floor she could see water running from beneath the door. She reached down and could feel it was very hot.

"She's turned on the hot water!" "Tools!" "I've got to get Grampa's tools." With a sinking feeling she ran, and she knew it was hopeless. He kept them locked away from the children and she had not a clue as to where the key was. Instead of going for the tools she grabbed up the phone book. It was the book with the small print she had forgotten to throw away, and she wasn't going to stop to search for her glasses. Instead, she ran her finger down the rows of blurred names. The name she thought was right she dialed on the phone. Her neighbor had a well equipped shop just over their fence and if she could get him he would have tools.

A women she did not recognize answered the phone. "Is Jimmy Jo home." She all but yelled into the telephone.

"He's not here."

"I'm in trouble." "My one year old has locked herself in the bathroom and I thought maybe he could run over with tools." "Ours our locked up."

"Where do you live?" The woman asked.

Jenny Lou is thinking. "What?" But she replied, "Right next door." "I'm in trouble here, and need help."

And then the most confusing statement came from the woman. "Well, he's MY husband!"

Jenny Lou was known for her quick tongue and at the moment could not control herself, although; she knew she was hanging up to get back to the business with the child. "Is there anyone there with tools who ISN'T your husband?" "Excuse me!" "Good-bye."

Jenny Lou had faced all sorts of trials with children through the years, but never one who locked themself in the bathroom. She was trying to think.

"Randy!" She tried to warn the four year old because he was pulling out his toy tools to try to help her. She couldn't stop to worry about this heart touching part of his actions. "Randy!" "Don't be frightened now." "Gramma is going to break the door down."

In his manly way the child had no comment. He just stood back waiting for her to do something. "Thank heaven for rinky dink, ticky tacky row houses." She thought to herself. With about four slams of her shoulder against it, the door was open.

Sitting on a chair with her eyes glued to the water which was running over the edge of the basin and all over the floor. Baby Jerry was wisely at the highest place available. If she had been standing on the floor there was almost certain she would have been burned. She wasn't crying, but she was eagerly holding her arms up for her Gramma to rescue her.

The Gramma was strong and young enough to easily hold the child in her arms until the little girl began to look less frightened, and this is when the phone rang.

The woman on the line said. "Is this the Sanderson residence?

"Yes." "Yes." "Everything is okay." "I broke the door open." "We are all okay." "I was just really frightened." Jenny Lou assumed she was talking to the woman with whom she had just spoken. Instead, there was a woman to reply with a young, but very official cold reply.

"Do you know WHO you are talking to?'' The woman wanted to know with no uncertain fooling around.

"Well, I guess I don't really know." Jenny Lou had to be honest.

"This." The young woman informed her. "THIS is the police department."

"Oh yeah?" Jenny Lou was, indeed, speechless.

"Do you have everything under control?" The cold reply of the first woman with the statement "Well, he's MY husband!" And now this woman's cold detached question about control was leaving this woman of another generation a bit "out in left field," as is the expression goes.

Neither woman she realized had asked. "Are you all right?" "Is the baby all right?"

That evening she and her husband were both relieved by the avoidance of an accident and they laughed about her getting a wrong number. Even worse that number having the same name as their neighbor was an incredible coincidence. But, the real irony of the situation was the calling of the police department and it was, undoubtedly, the silliest scenario.

"She didn't know the police department wasn't any help with tools." He grinned. Jenny Lou's husband was ever the peace maker.

"I don't care about that female thing logic." "What bowled me over was the total detachment of a womanly feeling for a very feminine situation." For one lady to be worried about losing her husband more than the potential tragedy of a child and for the other dispatcher of the same gender to be more overly concerned her position was not being properly respected rather than any feelings for the baby was just too heavy for Jenny Lou's tired shoulders.

"I'm just thankful we are laughing about it." "Things could have been worse."

Jenny Lou refused to dwell on the woes and cares of the world about them at this day and age, much less time of the day. Just have to chalk it up to the signs of the time, and the theatrics of such. She closed the subject and wanted to think no more about it for the evening.


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