Using my skillz

Friday night I met up with my old friend Jimmy and his wife at the Portland Beavers game. I’m not a huge baseball fan, but I figured it could be fun since Jimmy is a cool cat and usually has interesting stories to tell. After driving around for the better part of 30 minutes I found a parking space in what might as well have been Vancouver, and began my trek to PGE Park.

Upon my entering the stadium Jimmy called and told me to head ‘left’ instead of towards the seats as he was buying ice cream and wanted to treat me. I walked on and finally found my friends. After a short rundown of pleasentries Jimmy turns to me:

J: “Do you like baseball?”

Me: (I didn’t know what to say since he had paid for these nice tickets) “Not really…do you?”

J: “I hate baseball”

Me: (Laughing) “Then why are we here?!”

J: (Shrugs) “I dunno, something to do I guess. You wanna beer?”

Me: “Yes.”

We tried to order a drop top and some nachos but the guy was completely out of it and seemed utterly confused as to how to do his job. Finally he got our order correct and we headed to what I thought was our seats. We enter the stadium in the completely wrong section and I’m doing my best to not spill my beer or nachos while trying to keep with Jimmy who seemed to be in some sort of foot race with an invisible man. Behind me is Joy (Jimmy’s wife) with a 5 month old strapped to her bod and a their 3 year old Ella bouncing all over the place.

Me: “Hey man, we’re not even in the right section, are we going to the correct place?”

J: “In Baseball you don’t have to sit where your ticket says.”

I rolled my mental eyes thinking we’re going to get settled into some nice close seats only to get kicked out later. Jimmy and I walk all the way down to the front row (his wife was smart enough to stay at the top of the stairs) and he tries to fanagle something with the ticket checker man. Not to my surprise the man won’t let us go any farther since our tickets are not even close to where we’re trying to go. We walk back up the stairs and go to another section near home plate. Apparently we did have some pimp tickets that let us go in these nice close areas where they have food and drinks for free, much like the suites at the Rose Garden, it was nice!

We settled in and started chatting about work, life..everything. It was good times. None of us even paid attention to the game. One thing I learned about my friend was that he has severe ADD. We just started to relax and he wanted to go to our real seats, or to the play area, or to the bounce house (for his daughter, not him). Joy and I were able to distract him for a decent amount of time so that we could relax for a bit. Eventually he won out and we did end up going to the bounce house and the play area. Never once did we sit in our actual seats.

The Beavers ended up winning and so I guess that was good, seems silly since none of us cared. Jimmy really wanted to show me his office since it was directly across the street. I was tired but I obliged him. I got the tour and as we were leaving, the door to his office latched just as Jimmy let out a little yelp. It was then he realized he had left his keys inside his office. There we were, 10:30pm in a corporate building with a 5 month old and 3 year old and no one else around, locked outside his office with his home and car keys are on the other side of the door. Talk about a sinking feeling. Jimmy paced and paced while Joy took a seat on the stairs trying to go through our options. After a few minutes Big J was so flipping mad he had to take a walk to cool off. At this point I got to see first hand just how amazing his wife is. She’s tired, the kids are tired, her husband is angry as all get out, the situation feels pretty crappy and she sat there playing with her daughter with such an open, positive attitude. Truly a sight.

While Joy was distracted with her daughter I walked over to the door and began to work my magic. This is the point where I should mention, I may or may not know a thing or two about picking locks. It’s something I picked up a while ago, and have always kept it on the down low since I figure people would think I’m some sort of weirdo crook. I will say, being a Realtor and sitting in vacant houses gives one a lot of time to practice on a variety of locks. After about a minute of magic I got the sweetest sound people hopelessly locked out can ever hear “CLICK!”. At that sound Joy’s head snapped up and her eyes shot over to my direction, “SHUT UP! No you did NOT!” There I stood with the door wide open. She ran inside to get the keys and I ran to find angry Jimmy and tell him he could go home. It was truly a thrilling end to the night. Joy was thrilled and said, “Out of all the people to get locked out with, we get the guy that knows how to pick locks…awesome”. It’s true, I’m also good at making casseroles, playing guitar and dancing like an idiot, so if anyone needs anything. Call me.


  1. mego said,

    July 21, 2008 @ 7:02 am

    That’s amazing? What did you pick the lock with?

    Do you have any other hidden talents?

    Does “Jimmy’ has another alias name?

  2. Aimzee said,

    July 29, 2008 @ 5:52 pm

    Too cool. Micah to the rescue!! Oh sweet, I am not alone in the whole dancing like an idiot thing. What people don’t get, is that it truely takes talent to look as stupid as I do. :)

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