The master plan was Ricky was going to borrow the car and leave it at my place in North Valsayn (Trinidad) when he had to leave for his trip and place my car keys in my apartment and leave the apartment keys with the security guard. He would arrange a driver to pick me up from the airport and take me to my place and waahlaaah … I would get the keys from the guard.
I was skeptical that the guard would accept the keys since I had a conversation with one of the guards earlier in the week after they used their extra set of keys to let me in when my house keys were left in my car when Ricky again had it somewhere else.
The plan worked until the driver and I arrived at 41 Valsayn Avenue – my condo complex – at 1 a.m. Gate closed and no guard visible.
I got out of the car and walked to the guard shack. No one inside.
“Hello.” I said, not wanting to yell and disturb my neighbors at that time of the morning.
I peeked over back to the driver. He looked peeved and skeptical that I even lived there. I moved back to the gate.
Great … I have to leave at 5 a.m. to go to the airport to catch my next flight. Where IS the guard. So much for security!
I squinted to see if I could discern anyone on the door steps. Nope. I concentrated on the car in which I had once caught the guard sleeping. Nothing.
Seriously … I’m getting annoyed now. Where is the security? Surely I am not the only person who doesn’t have the gate opener every time!
Still nothing. Not a stir anywhere!
I looked at the driver, looked at my watch, looked at the seven-foot walls, and took a deep breath.
Hiking up my skirt, I planted my right foot (sandal and all) on a stone in the wall and hoisted myself up and over the concrete wall.
Upon landing, I looked around. Nothing!
Hmmm … again … great security. I could’ve been a real thief or something!
I walked over to the guard shack. Definitely empty.
Maybe there is a gate opener inside.
Searching through the shack I found the guard’s extra clothes and leftover food containers but no gate opener.
I stomped back over to the gate. The driver looked at me like I was crazy.
I looked at every corner for a sensor, a button, anything! But nothing!
I walked past every door. No guard anywhere!
Back at the gate, I kicked the motor.
Come on! Open!
And suddenly it did!
I dashed over the gate track to the driver who had my bag in hand, grabbed the handle and pitched the bag inside the gate before it closed.
After I walked back inside the gate, the driver rolled away and then I saw him … the guard. His head popped outside a parked car’s window.
“You were there the whole time?!”
“You watched me climbed the wall and run around for 15 minutes?!”
“I wanted to see what you were going to do.”