Okay, so, when I got home today, I found out that I had left my house key inside my jacket yesterday. That jacket was inside the house. The extra house key was not put back in its usual place because my sister neglected to replace it when she had used it about two months ago. I now had no way into the house.
My first plan involved an enormous, rotting, unstable ladder that I would use to get to my second floor window where I would kick in the screen and open the window since I knew it was slightly open from airing out overnight. I had to dig the ladder out from under snow. It was covered with a layer of ice and extremely heavy, but I carried it over to the patch of roof next to my window. I was about to go all Curious George on that thing when I got a call from my mom asking why I wasn't answering the house phone. I explained my situation and she told me my plan was a darn good way to snap my neck in two like a pretzel stick. She left work and I was to wait inside my car since I had the key to that. Except it was cold inside the truck. And I was bored. I instead decided to set up camp on the deck of our small pool. Now it was time to see if my ancestors' blood carried on their talent for survival to me. SPOILER ALERT: Hell yeah, it does.
I crawled under the pool deck and got myself a chair. Teenage girls love chairs. I couldn't sit on the deck, as it was covered in five inches of snow, and teenage girls don't love sitting in five inches of snow. I hung my backpack and gym bag on the side of the deck and took out my First Aid Kit. I put down a thick circle of rocks on the deck and put a large, dry piece of wood on the rocks. I then took out a cotton ball and some Vaseline. I covered the cotton ball in the Vaseline, washed my hands, and made a spark with a couple of dry rocks. Ladies, gentlemen, and the inbetween, I FREAKING MADE FIRE. I felt like a TRUE homo sapien. All of these prehistoric urges surged through me. I expressed these urges through a celebratory interpretive dance around my fire. I sat down in my chair with a stick, skewered some Cheeze-Its, and roasted them. Roasted Cheeze-Its are hideous and disgusting. Would not try again.
By the hour mark of waiting, I had already divided up the land around my house between myself, the robins, the chipmunks, and the squirrels. Of course, the robins kept challenging my power by crossing on to my side, so I was in a constant state of war until I found out about their aversion to my singing "100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." I got to 39 bottles before my mom drove in. I had to put out my fire and wipe the war-paint (mud) off of my face. She wasn't even mad about having to come home a little early. Altogether, everything went better than expected.
So, what kind of situation did YOU think would be really unpleasant, stupid, silly, boring, etc. and yet it turned out to be much better than you had originally thought?