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By Jean C Prentice
03/07/12
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It was Friday, and payroll had to be sent to the employees. We had opened the office at the usual time, but something was wrong with the computer. I called a computer expert to fix the problem, so we could get the checks out on time. He told us that it would be later in the day before we could expect him. As we waited for the computer to be fixed, we worked on projects that had been set aside to do on the following Monday.

It began to get quite late, so I told my payroll clerk that we would have to do the payroll by hand, and I would take it to the Post office when we were finished. We felt that Monday would be a slow day, thus allowing us to enter payroll data into the computer for the previous week.

We worked until 4:00 p.m. and knew that mail was picked up by 6:00 p.m. so started my car and went into the house to get my purse. Running back to the car and opening the door, my handbag fell onto the seat spilling half it contents. After retrieving what had spilled out, I jumped into the car, fastened my seat belt and headed for town.

Arriving at the Post Office, I reached down to unlatch my seat belt, but to no avail. The latch was stuck, and I was in a dress. There was no way I could get out of the predicament, except to somehow or someway slide my body out from under the belt that stretched across my abdomen, and then try to inch my body under the belt I knew that if I opened the door of the driver's side I would still be strapped in, so with the elegance of a spawned salmon with a dress on, I began to push myself back against the driver's seat and lift my body up and over the seat. The dress kept slipping up, and I needed both hands to push with. I had parked right in front of the door of the Post Office, so anyone coming out of the door would see me. Which many did, but none offered to help me.

After a quick prayer, I began my assault on the back of the seat, using one hand to push with and the other to hold my dress down. The car was a Bronco 11, and a two door. I knew if I could get into the back seat I could, then reach over an open the door to let myself out. All the while people kept looking at me, and walk away shaking their heads.

When I felt it safe enough to arch my back over the seat, I gave one mighty push and over I went. I was free of the seat belt. I was in the back, and my dress had fallen over my head. I scooted as far back as I could to get my dress back down, and then sit up to reach over the seat and open the door. I pushed the seat forward, and squeezed out, where upon I looked straight into the face of a young man. His words to me were “Did you need any help?”

I turned my back to him, grabbed the payroll and run into the Post Office. I later found out that a dime had gotten lodged in the place where I had latched the seat belt.

Job well done!!!!

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