Lock-Down

Approx 1:00 PM

Looking for the most pathetic/embarrassing story of the day?

I have it!

It’s about me!

Earlier this afternoon I discovered that I was locked inside my own apartment.

Yes. That’s right. I am locked inside and I can’t get out…not by the front door anyway.

We discovered this when my neighbour-friend came over to my apartment to chat about a few things. I then discovered I couldn’t open our steel/glass storm door. The handle just wouldn’t go anywhere. From the inside AND the outside.

So we just talked through the door for a bit and then I continued to battle the door.

Now. Just so we all know, I’m not a complete idiot. There is not a deadbolt that I can turn and simply unlock my door! There are keyholes on each side, and there is no other apparent way to unlock the door.

We have never had this happen before, nothing even remotely close to this. We didn’t even know the door could lock, so this is news to me.

The Outside.

The Inside.

Now, since we are apartment managers, I do have a junkload of keys lying around. I have tried every.single.key. we have around here, nothing worked.

I would also use a screwdriver and see what I could do about taking the entire door knob off, or jimmy the door off or something, but the small tool kit I usually keep in our home is currently hanging out in The Husband’s truck. He took them with him to work on his truck. So I am left with butter knives and hair accessories. Yes. I have tried both. No success.

And so, here I am, still in my apartment. Don’t worry; I have food to eat, laundry to fold, and Facebook posts to humiliate myself with.

So enjoy your dear, sweet freedom. There may come a day when you can’t leave your apartment. And on that day I will make fun of you. Just to be fair.

Obviously.

And to boot I wore a horizontal stripped shirt. It was as though my sub-conscious knew I was going to be locked up for the day.

How I Feel About Right Now.

2:45 PM

Prison Update:

I have been released!

My dear friend Jen & her hubby Tyler came by and we shimmied the door open. It wasn't the lock, it was the inner parts of the latch, the spring must have lost its sprung and therefore it didn't move the latch, LOCKING ME IN!

Jerk Door.

But hey, between Tyler, me, a butter knife and a screwdriver I attained sweet freedom.

Hooray for the rest of Tuesday, and the chance to go outside if I want to.

Enjoy.