Friday, August 26, 2011

Choppin’ Doors

By Julie Rahm

A thousand years ago, my husband John worked at a K-Mart. He worked there while attending the local Community College. He was hired during the Christmas season to work in the toy department. When spring arrived, he worked in the garden center and later on the loading dock. He also waxed the floors when the store was closed. The store managers actually locked him inside, alone and “released” him by unlocking the doors in the morning. He was held captive inside the store, waxing and buffing floors, until the manager returned in the morning.

One evening, as John tells the story, he smelled smoke inside the store and called the police, asking them to send a patrol car to check the outside of building. As John hung up the phone with the police, he heard the fire sirens. Instead of a patrol car to check the outside of the building, the police dispatcher had immediately called the fire department. In three minutes there were seven fire trucks and a score of volunteer firemen outside the locked door of the K-Mart! The Fire Chief was yelling for John to open the door. John yelled back he didn’t have a key. The fire fighters were determined to get inside and wouldn’t wait for the manager to arrive to unlock the door. Out came the big fire axe. And, the fire fighters chopped in the door of the K-Mart! The door exploded inward and burglar alarm screamed loud enough to wake everyone within two city blocks. Those remaining residents, who slept through the arrival of the seven fire trucks, were now wide awake. In bath robes and bedroom slippers, neighbors began to gather at the K-mart to investigate the commotion. There was quite a crowd for two o’clock in the morning. John called the store manger who promptly arrived to turn off the alarm. At this point, John was certain to be fired. However, the Fire Chief gave the store manager a “stern talking to” for locking John inside at night. John didn’t get fired. To add insult to injury, the fire fighters tracked their boots all over John’s freshly waxed floor. There was no sign of any fire. Customers entering the K-mart the next morning were bewildered by the missing front doors.

This story is John’s favorite. It serves as a lesson when asking for help. How often in life have we asked for help and been disappointed. Sometimes the help is too much or too little. And, like John, sometimes the help is not what we expected. So, my message this week is when asking for help, be sure everyone involved understands your expectations. Be careful what you ask for. Or, the fire department may arrive to help and chop in your front door!

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