Normally I ride a dala dala home from school.
(A dala dala is a passenger van that is used as an inexpensive taxi service. Dala Dalas are packed tight, there is usually little air flow, and the drivers have a reputation for being risk takers, but it only costs me 13 cents for a 20 minute ride).
However, yesterday I gave my midterm exam and thus had about 90 essays to bring home, with each essay being completed in a 16 page booklet. So they were heavy and a bit inconvenient.
I contacted my friend Archibold and asked him to pick me up. He agreed. He had taken his car to get a repair done earlier in the day, so he arrived in a friend’s car.
Archibold got out of the car to greet me and closed the door… With the car running… And the keys locked inside!
So we tried the doors. None opened. We tried the trunk. It was locked. The windows were all rolled up.
So he called the owner of the car to have him bring the extra keys. It turns out the extra keys and the owner’s house keys were in the car. The locked car.
So again we tried the doors. Still locked.
So I start pushing on the door frame of the driver’s door… And all of a sudden it opened!
Archibold immediately gave me credit for performing a miracle.
Does anyone have Pope Francis’ telephone number?