TMW you lock yourself out of your house and: 1) your significant other is out of town 2) you have no family in the vicinity 3) its sunday and lock places are closed ..... i went to the store and bought a crowbar...... (i'm in)
yeah. i was on my way out to run errands anyway and as soon as i closed the door behind my, i realized my house keys werent on my keyring
This is why we have a house key hidden somewhere outside. That probably won't work if you live in an apartment building or have surrounded your house with cement instead of gardens.
Wait, am I getting some serious deja-vu, or did this happen to you before? And as I recall you had to climb over a garden wall and yell in your dad's window for him to go unlock the front door or something?
Once I got locked into a swimming pool garden in Belgium and had to climb the wrought iron fence and go around front to get back in because no one heard me knocking. Who on earth would've expected a hotel to lock the doors into their swimming area so one could get out but not back in? Not me. Wasn't like the exit door was marked "Garden Closed" or anything similar. Is this what you were thinking of? My father had been long gone by then, so I wasn't yelling for him.
I was talking to J T Woody, I didn't mean to include your quote in there. Sorry, that was a bit confusing.
It was confusing. I couldn't imagine when or why I'd told you the story of the hotel in Belgium, but stranger things have happened.
Well there’s a coincidence. I had my mate round on Saturday. As we were both about to pop across to the shop to get some food (literally over the road from my flat) he closed and locked the door to my veranda, which was open as he’s a smoker and stands there to keep the stink out of my flat. “What are you doing?” I asked. “We’re only going to be away for five minutes at the most.” He replied with something like better safe than sorry and I left it at that. When we returned I slipped my key into the lock and it turned in a strangely loose and free manner, clearly not engaging the mechanism. I later discovered a spring had come loose inside. In the end, with the help of a neighbour’s tools, I managed to get in via the garage door, and luckily the interior garage door into the kitchen was unlocked. The only option, had the interior garage door been locked, was to shoulder barge the front door, at great expense I imagine. I could have killed him for locking those veranda doors as it’s only about 10 feet from the ground and pretty easy to access even without ladders. We could have been in within 5 minutes, instead of 50, which is how long it took.
Oh, I did that two years ago. Broke a pane of glass in the side door to the garage to get in. Once I was in the house and went looking for my keys -- they were in my left front pocket all the time (rather than my right front pocket, where I usually keep them).
I'll never forget the day my mom couldn't find her car keys and we searched the whole house. They turned up when she started to make dinner, in the refrigerator!
That moment when ... you start a novel. I wrote a novel years ago. It went nowhere. It sucked. I put writing aside for years, and only took it up again this year. The positive experience of participating in this forum's writing contests has made me go, "Well, maybe I can write." Got an idea for a story. Started chapter one a few days ago. Am already in that headspace where you have to say, "I gotta tell this story."
Makes me wonder, what is the magic ingredient? It's more than being good with words. It's an absolute sense of being astounded with the depth and breadth of human experience.
That's a powerful observation. I think of it as loving the characters and situations to their very core.
… when you’re laid in bed trying to sleep and ask Alexa to play ‘Rain on a window’, and it immediately starts raining for real. I knew Amazon were all and mighty but sheesh!
Just like no one really cares about class reunions anymore because they've watched their old classmates' lives unfold on social media.
