Locked Out
This weekend, I stayed at Annmarie's house, the wife of the Airforce attache. Matt was in the states for his grandpa's funeral so we kept each other company and hung out all weekend. We decided to be productive Sunday afternoon and put together the big gas grill they had bought. Excited to do it and surprise Matt, we gathered our tools and headed outside, closing the sliding glass door shut behind us. Careful not to lose any parts or pieces, we unpacked the box and spread the contents out on the patio. Annmarie realized partway through construction that we needed a hammer and so she headed to the door to get it.
"There's no door handle on the outside of this door," she remarked, pushing at the glass and trying to slide it back. The door wouldn't budge and it wasn't because of the lack of a handle. To ensure extra security, the door locks as soon as it clicks shut. That extra security had just locked us out.
"Is the front door locked?" I asked, already knowing the answer. A crime wave of robberies through the area had made everyone more cautious about locking their doors, even when they were home.
"This house is like a fortress," she said, laughing at our predicament. "Only Tina has a key, and it would take her a good hour to get here."
"Well, if it comes to that, at least we have something to keep us busy."
Tina's number was in Annmarie's cell phone which was, of course, inside, so we decided to walk to a friend's house just down the road and see if we could get the number through her. So we headed out the gate and down the road, Annmarie in her slippers and me in my bare feet. As it turned out, we were welcomed warmly and sympathetically, finding not only the right numbers but also the trick to unlock to door by pushing right by the lock and then sliding it back. Determined to try it, we padded back home, careful to avoid the dirty or sticky piles in the road. Sure enough, it worked! With an triumphant high five, we slid the door back, happy to avoid having to call someone to come rescue us.
The constructed grill looks nice, too!
This weekend, I stayed at Annmarie's house, the wife of the Airforce attache. Matt was in the states for his grandpa's funeral so we kept each other company and hung out all weekend. We decided to be productive Sunday afternoon and put together the big gas grill they had bought. Excited to do it and surprise Matt, we gathered our tools and headed outside, closing the sliding glass door shut behind us. Careful not to lose any parts or pieces, we unpacked the box and spread the contents out on the patio. Annmarie realized partway through construction that we needed a hammer and so she headed to the door to get it.
"There's no door handle on the outside of this door," she remarked, pushing at the glass and trying to slide it back. The door wouldn't budge and it wasn't because of the lack of a handle. To ensure extra security, the door locks as soon as it clicks shut. That extra security had just locked us out.
"Is the front door locked?" I asked, already knowing the answer. A crime wave of robberies through the area had made everyone more cautious about locking their doors, even when they were home.
"This house is like a fortress," she said, laughing at our predicament. "Only Tina has a key, and it would take her a good hour to get here."
"Well, if it comes to that, at least we have something to keep us busy."
Tina's number was in Annmarie's cell phone which was, of course, inside, so we decided to walk to a friend's house just down the road and see if we could get the number through her. So we headed out the gate and down the road, Annmarie in her slippers and me in my bare feet. As it turned out, we were welcomed warmly and sympathetically, finding not only the right numbers but also the trick to unlock to door by pushing right by the lock and then sliding it back. Determined to try it, we padded back home, careful to avoid the dirty or sticky piles in the road. Sure enough, it worked! With an triumphant high five, we slid the door back, happy to avoid having to call someone to come rescue us.
The constructed grill looks nice, too!
posted by In The Potter's Land | 9:21 PM
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