Yesterday morning I grabbed my lunch bag, my coat, and my gloves and walked out the door. I instinctively clicked the handle lock on the way out and upon closing the door realized… my keys were still on the counter. I had locked myself out.
I went into the garage and tried to find a tool that would allow me to enter through the basement door… no luck. After about 10 minutes of struggling I finally just called and woke up Shaun L.
Shaun came down and let me in. I grabbed my keys… and zipped off to work.
::time passes::
Last night I had to go to Kung Fu. I grabbed my bo staff and my equipment, clicked the handle lock on the door, closed the door, and promptly realized I’d done it again. I had locked myself out of the house.
Twice. in the same day.
This time, no one was home to let me in. So I went and grabbed a ladder from the garage, climbed up onto the roof, and started checking windows. Miraculously, I had left a window in my room open.
Ugh. Yesterday was just one of those days.
Remember that time I locked the keys into my car while it was running?
Wow. Tough day. Crazy!
I’ve done that. I was in New Hope, PA and had to call my roommate who was in our apartment an hour away to drive the other set to me.
Now I have a Prius with a push button start and it won’t let you lock the door if the key fob is still in the car or if the car is still running while you’re in park (the car’s so quiet you can’t tell if it’s on or not).