flybye023
06-14-2007, 03:03 AM
Sorry this is so long but I’m really miffed right now.
Sometimes my mom is such an idiot…
So, the family is out of town at a reunion and it’s just me and my brother home for the rest of the week. Shortly after 5:00 he gets home, then 10 minutes later takes off for the evening. I sit around the house until 6:00 then decide I want to take a shower and settle in for the night. I just did laundry so all my clothes are out in the garage. I change into a bathrobe and go out to the garage to get a towel and clean underwear but when I try to get back in, the door to the house is locked. (Quick note: our doorknobs will still turn from the inside even when locked so I didn’t notice anything wrong when I went out.) That’s right, the door we never lock—because the actual door to the outside is always locked—is locked. In a burst of paranoia she’s locked the one door I can count on to be unlocked.
I stand there, barefoot, in the garage, in my bathrobe, and consider my options.
Option 1—try the door again. Maybe it’s not really locked…yes, it’s locked.
Option 2—try the front door. But, I’m reallllly sure I locked it when my bro left. But it’s worth a try. I go out the people entrance to the garage which puts me in the back yard.
Now, we have two gates to the back yard. One has the latch on the backyard side but the path leading to it is that red lava rock gravel. It opens to more gravel (the sharp, pointy kind) in an area that my dad has been remodeling so there’s the distinct possibility of rusty nails there too. The other leads through more garden-y areas and though it has some gravel on the backyard side, there’s just grass on the front yard side. I decide to go through that gate to the front door where everyone can see me in my bathrobe since it’s just 6:00 and they’re all getting home from work. I get to that gate and see that its latch is facing the front yard and there is no way for me to reach it. The fence is too high and the latch is too low on the other side. Oh. yeah. now I remember why we always use the other gate to get out front.
So, I’m back in the garage considering new options. Luckily I remember that there is a button by the door that will open the large garage door. So I do that and go try the front door. Yup, it’s locked.
Option 3—call my brother from the phone in the garage and have him come back from wherever he is and let me in. Oh, wait, I don’t know his cell number. Well, shoot.
Option 4—break into the house via my bedroom window : we’ve done it before ‘cause the latch is broken and it doesn’t lock. But, I got kind of nervous at how easy it was to break in so I put a piece of wood in the window groove and the window only opens about 4 inches now. Maybe, though, just maybe it isn’t there. I crawl through the rhododendrons under my window and look, it’s still there.
I open the window anyway and try to reach the piece of wood to remove it but I can’t get my arm very far in and the angle’s wrong. At this point, I break off a rhody branch and try to flip the piece of wood out. After about 3 minutes of trying the cat shows up to watch. Waaiit a minute, he’s supposed to be inside! He evidently escaped some time during the day and now he’s tired, dirty, and hungry and just wants in.
“Mee-oow” he says, “I’m tired and I want in the house now.”
“Mrrrowf?” he adds, “Why are you trying this peculiar method of entry?”
“Meaah! This is actually quite entertaining. I think I’ll just sit here and watch you.”
After 5 minutes of trying I’m successful. I throw the cat in and try to get in myself but the window is too high. I search around and find a lawn chair but it’s too big to fit between the rhodies and my window. I break a few branches and get it in there anyway, climb on the chair, push the cat back in ‘cause he’s decided he now wants back out and crawl into my bedroom.
So I’m ready to unlock the door, get my stuff and take a shower. I really need it now because I have leaves and dirt and twigs all over me. I head through the kitchen, go to the garage and pick up my towel and head back in.
Sometimes I’m such an idiot…
…but the door won’t open. That’s right. I didn’t. unlock. the friggin'. door. :o So for the second time this evening I’m locked out. Well, no problem. I took care of my bedroom window so all I have to do is pull the chair back, open the window and climb back in, right?
Wrong. I get back to the window and that piece of wood is back in the groove. :confused: I don’t even remember touching it but there it lies, mocking me. Again, for the second time in less than five minutes I find myself with a rhody branch in my hand, trying to knock a piece of wood out of the window groove. This time, I drop my rhody branch. :cry: Great. Just great. I break off more shrubbery but this time the piece isn’t as firm or as long so it takes me even longer to get in but I’m finally successful.
Well, thanks for hearing me vent. I’m going to veg now.
Sometimes my mom is such an idiot…
So, the family is out of town at a reunion and it’s just me and my brother home for the rest of the week. Shortly after 5:00 he gets home, then 10 minutes later takes off for the evening. I sit around the house until 6:00 then decide I want to take a shower and settle in for the night. I just did laundry so all my clothes are out in the garage. I change into a bathrobe and go out to the garage to get a towel and clean underwear but when I try to get back in, the door to the house is locked. (Quick note: our doorknobs will still turn from the inside even when locked so I didn’t notice anything wrong when I went out.) That’s right, the door we never lock—because the actual door to the outside is always locked—is locked. In a burst of paranoia she’s locked the one door I can count on to be unlocked.
I stand there, barefoot, in the garage, in my bathrobe, and consider my options.
Option 1—try the door again. Maybe it’s not really locked…yes, it’s locked.
Option 2—try the front door. But, I’m reallllly sure I locked it when my bro left. But it’s worth a try. I go out the people entrance to the garage which puts me in the back yard.
Now, we have two gates to the back yard. One has the latch on the backyard side but the path leading to it is that red lava rock gravel. It opens to more gravel (the sharp, pointy kind) in an area that my dad has been remodeling so there’s the distinct possibility of rusty nails there too. The other leads through more garden-y areas and though it has some gravel on the backyard side, there’s just grass on the front yard side. I decide to go through that gate to the front door where everyone can see me in my bathrobe since it’s just 6:00 and they’re all getting home from work. I get to that gate and see that its latch is facing the front yard and there is no way for me to reach it. The fence is too high and the latch is too low on the other side. Oh. yeah. now I remember why we always use the other gate to get out front.
So, I’m back in the garage considering new options. Luckily I remember that there is a button by the door that will open the large garage door. So I do that and go try the front door. Yup, it’s locked.
Option 3—call my brother from the phone in the garage and have him come back from wherever he is and let me in. Oh, wait, I don’t know his cell number. Well, shoot.
Option 4—break into the house via my bedroom window : we’ve done it before ‘cause the latch is broken and it doesn’t lock. But, I got kind of nervous at how easy it was to break in so I put a piece of wood in the window groove and the window only opens about 4 inches now. Maybe, though, just maybe it isn’t there. I crawl through the rhododendrons under my window and look, it’s still there.
I open the window anyway and try to reach the piece of wood to remove it but I can’t get my arm very far in and the angle’s wrong. At this point, I break off a rhody branch and try to flip the piece of wood out. After about 3 minutes of trying the cat shows up to watch. Waaiit a minute, he’s supposed to be inside! He evidently escaped some time during the day and now he’s tired, dirty, and hungry and just wants in.
“Mee-oow” he says, “I’m tired and I want in the house now.”
“Mrrrowf?” he adds, “Why are you trying this peculiar method of entry?”
“Meaah! This is actually quite entertaining. I think I’ll just sit here and watch you.”
After 5 minutes of trying I’m successful. I throw the cat in and try to get in myself but the window is too high. I search around and find a lawn chair but it’s too big to fit between the rhodies and my window. I break a few branches and get it in there anyway, climb on the chair, push the cat back in ‘cause he’s decided he now wants back out and crawl into my bedroom.
So I’m ready to unlock the door, get my stuff and take a shower. I really need it now because I have leaves and dirt and twigs all over me. I head through the kitchen, go to the garage and pick up my towel and head back in.
Sometimes I’m such an idiot…
…but the door won’t open. That’s right. I didn’t. unlock. the friggin'. door. :o So for the second time this evening I’m locked out. Well, no problem. I took care of my bedroom window so all I have to do is pull the chair back, open the window and climb back in, right?
Wrong. I get back to the window and that piece of wood is back in the groove. :confused: I don’t even remember touching it but there it lies, mocking me. Again, for the second time in less than five minutes I find myself with a rhody branch in my hand, trying to knock a piece of wood out of the window groove. This time, I drop my rhody branch. :cry: Great. Just great. I break off more shrubbery but this time the piece isn’t as firm or as long so it takes me even longer to get in but I’m finally successful.
Well, thanks for hearing me vent. I’m going to veg now.