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I'm here using their garage to work on my latest "art furniture" commission, since the folks who were comping me shop-space in their subBasement went bankrupt last December...
So, after 2 hours of tinkering in their garage this afternoon, I called it a day, mixed myself a rum & soda, and went out to have a smoke...through the WRONG door!
SIRENS galore! A great multitude of beeping things! I eventually remembered the code to punch into the keypad, but too late! Someone from their monitoring service asked me for their 'security password', and I have -NO- idea what that is!
I told the nice young woman who spoke to me through the keypad intercom that they used to have the password taped to the bottom of their telephone, but they've recently remodeled the house and none of the phones I was able to find had any words at all taped to them.
So, now I'm sitting here waiting for 3 or 4 cars full of "Durham's Finest" to come knocking.
How's your evening going?
Richard
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