Better Safe than Sorry

After deciding to go to Hawaii I needed to take care pf a few things, first and foremost was the care of my cat. On a previous trip I had someone come into my home and watch him. I was lucky enough that she stopped by twice a day. This also put my mind at ease because if someone was watching my home then they wouldn't know when I was there. This trip I had no help and no such illusions.

After making sure my cat was taken care of I decided that even though my comic books are insured I may like to take an extra precaution, and I did. I took nine of my comic books, seven for financial reasons and two that I just love. Unfortunately a safety deposit box to accommodate the nine I chose was not available. I opted for two boxes. I felt safe that if I lost every other book I would still have these nine to start my collection all over again.

After returning and retrieving my cat I started to get some things done, something I should be doing now but opted to write instead, I have been absent after all. I went to my safety deposit boxes and ended my contract with the bank. After getting the one box, the other wouldn't open. It was jammed. I didn't panic. I know the bank will make due, but now I have to wait until a company can come out and drill the lock. I brought home four of the nine I locked away, but I never thought that the other five would remain behind encapsulated in cold steel silently begging for release, trapped.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

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