Sister Holiday

My sister and I traveled the Isle of Man the spring after her high school graduation. We had many, many adventures, but the trip culminated in a rescue story: after a very, very long walking tour, we returned to our bed and breakfast only to jam the wrong key in the lock and completely lock ourselves out! Thankfully, another guest was staying at the B&B: a Tasmanian motocross biker with an accent to die for and a penchant for black leather. He drove up, removed his helmet, and seeing our predicament he told us he'd been a Boy Scout and was, thus, always prepared. Grabbing some tools from the tool kit he kept on his bike, he freed the stuck key, and gallantly ushered us into the B&B. What a hero!