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[essayel]

It will not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me to hear that my family do not generally regard me as the brightest candle on the family tree. But this morning I confirmed it in all kinds of ways and also confirmed that there is some higher power who looks after small children, drunks and idiots.

I locked myself out - it was easy. I was on my way out to pick Mum up and take her to the supermarket and I picked up the wrong bunch of keys. I didn't realise until the door slammed behind me and I focussed on the keyring and thought "Bugger".

All the windows are locked, all the doors too and I could imagine Paul's reaction to coming home and finding a window smashed and me covered in blood having tried to repair it myself (i have a track record for this kind of thing).

Now this is where [fill in deity of your choice] comes in.

My keys were actually for once on the key rack - by squinting a bit I could just see them - instead of in yesterdays jeans pocket or in the washing machine or coal bucket or somewhere. And there is a cat flap in the door. Obviously to anyone with half a brain the possibility of getting at them via the catflap was negligible but once one has the notion one has to give it a try. Laying prone on the floor I couldn't see the keyrack or keys at all, the garden cane I found was too long and knocked everything off the work surface onto the floor and because of where everything was I was using my left hand which is not the most dextrous of appendages.

Imagine my delighted shock then, when with the first poke of the cane there was a jingle and my keys slid neatly down the cane and into my hand. I was so surprised I nearly dropped them.

Now tell me there's no [deity of your choice]!

Comments

[metallumai.livejournal.com]

Awe of any kind would be appropriate here, but NUMINOUS-- I'm the one in awe. You need a spare key-- and DON'T tell the children where it is-- under a potted plant or somewhere. We have a seashell in our front garden for that purpose.

Working on Jon-Jadis. (lunch period)

[essayel.livejournal.com]

LOL, I will get a seashell especially for the purpose

[casfic.livejournal.com]

I did that the other week - walked out of the house without my keys bit. And you always know, as soon as the door swings shut with that hollow click of doom, that you've done it. Of course, thanks to [insert deity of your choice] my cunning plan (as the house itself is like Fort Knox) has been to ensure that Sean the baker downstairs has a spare set of keys. So I got back in again. Otherwise the nearest keys are in Perth.

The last time I did this I fortunately had my car keys with me, but had to reverse charge a phone call from a phone box to my folks (who were in) to see if could go and pick up the keys. We met at a service station half way. I'm sure it looked most suspicious.

But your experience is wonderful. There definitely is a [deity of your choice]!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for Sean - and I remember his Strombolis with affection as well.

[whiskeygirl8.livejournal.com]

I did that once. I was renting with my cousin and it was her grandmother's house. There were bars on the inside of the windows. We had an alarm which was monitored by the same company we worked for (which her mother, my aunt, also worked for.)

So, the door closes and I realize the keys are sitting on the recliner. But, I have an idea. I'll just open the window and crawl in. The alarm will go off, but I will just call in and tell my aunt that it's me. Remember the bars? I didn't. I noticed them at the same time I opened the window and set of the (very loud) alarm. I couldn't call. This was before cell phones were common. I had to wait for the police officer to come. Fortunately, he called the alarm company, described me to my aunt and she verified it was me and I lived there. Then, he took my blood donor card and opened the door for me. Then told me to start using the deadbolt because see how easy it was to get in? Of course, we didn't have a key to the deadbolt, but if we had, I wouldn't have locked myself out because I would have had to have the key to lock the damn door.

Interestingly, a month or so later I had a wreck and the same officer came to work the wreck. heh

[essayel.livejournal.com]

The amazing power of coincidence!!

It occurs to me that anything I can do a limber young burglar could do as well - perhaps the key rack is a tiny bit too accessible? I was very grateful for it though.

[whiskeygirl8.livejournal.com]

I locked myself out of my dad's house once when I was staying there after basic training. I locked the wrong lock (I have a key to the deadbolt, but not the doorknob lock.) I had to crawl into the bedroom window--which is higher than my head. In a skirt and pantyhose. I think I may have flashed the neighbors. But, it made me realize that a burglar would have to work hard and/or be prepared to get in there. Or have lock picks.

This apt is easy to get into. I really should use the bar on my sliding glass door more often. I'm not worried about when I'm here because my bike is in front of it and not easily moved, so a person would have to make a lot of noise to get in and I would be ready with my shotgun. But, when I'm not here...and, it would suck to lose my guns. And my computer.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Hmmm yes, a shotgun sounds far more intimidating than a longbow. Mind you, a longbow is nice and quiet. I could shoot the miscreant and bury him under the rhubarb and no one would be the wiser until they saw the size of the crop.

[whiskeygirl8.livejournal.com]

Have I ever told you that I like the way you think?

And, really, a longbow is cool. Very cool. :)

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

It's liek wandless magic isn't it?

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Well it was a bloody big wand. The cane was a six foot one.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

NOt decorated with a snake! *pouts*

[dopeydora-67.livejournal.com]

I locked myself out about five weeks ago, but was lucky enough to have my car keys with me. A phone call and a drive to my hubby's workplace and I was able to get his keys. Thankfully my Hubby's work is only half an hour drive from home, but it still was such a pain. I still have not got around to getting a spare set of keys made up. Hmm... maybe tomorrow.
Glad that you were able to get them without to much trouble... I can just imagine you laying flat out on the floor with your head stuck in the cat flap!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

The cat was most annoyed.

I think we need a spare set made up and hidden somewhere really bizarre. I've got a set of next doors' keys in my outside loo. Maybe we could do a swap.