Pancit Palabok - Noodles with Shrimp Gravy
Sometimes desperation drives us to do things we normally wouldn’t do in the right frame of mind.
A few months ago our bedroom door got stuck shut and I couldn’t enter the room. I asked my husband to try and open the door but he couldn’t.
“What about using a screwdriver?” I asked him. After a few minutes of fiddling nothing happened. Now please understand that this happened on a Sunday afternoon and all I could think about was how my clothes were in the room and I would have nothing to wear to work the next day.
Desperate, I told my husband “I think you have to break the door down.”
So he backed up a few feet from the door… ran… straight INTO THE DOOR! BANG!
Nothing happened. We looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.
“Please try again!” I pleaded. He happily obliged. BANG! This time, a small crack on the door.
“I have a feeling, the next one will take it down.” He said.
“Yes! Yes! Please.” I replied.
And so he went, straight into the door and he finally managed to break the door down.
We were doubling over with laughter and to be honest, quite proud of ourselves for getting it open.
That is, until one of the people I mentioned this to came up with a very valid comment “Why didn’t you just call the locksmith?”
That’s desperation for you…
Trissalicious 