Recently while my husband was relaxing on his annual golf trip, I was locked out of our home wearing only underwear and a tiny, tight t-shirt.
It happened on an early summer day during my morning coffee. I was chatting it up with my sister
(whose husband was also on the golf trip), when I spontaneously decided that I could enjoy some sunshine, too. So, with my coffee in hand and cordless telephone attached I sauntered out into our glass enclosed porch. It offered no privacy, however, our spacious backyard did.
Now not far behind me were our two precious children ( 2yrs. and 5 yrs. at the time). Running in after me our eldest daughter slammed the door shut. Sure enough it was locked. The house was like Fort Knox with the husband gone. The only access I now had was to the outside of our house through sliding glass doors. What good would this do?
Wearing no clothes and with no spare key in sight, who do I call? My husband. Now he was only 700 miles away, but somehow it was all his fault. We were both in a no win situation. So, after giving him a piece of my mind (with no sympathy mind you), I was forced to make my next call to the locksmith.
Then, I desperately pleaded with my sister to bring me some “CLOTHES” within the next hour before the locksmith was expected to arrive. In the meantime( just to keep things exciting), I see my neighbor from two doors away through the backyard heading straight to my house. As he approached, he too realized that I was wearing next to nothing. He abruptly turned around and walked directly home.
My next visitor was none other than the LOCKSMITH. That’s right ask a small favor of your sister and here is what you get…….no sister and no clothes in sight. But, oh what a sight I was. I’m certain that I was the best house call of the day!
Were the kids okay? I would be really freaked if my 2 year old was locked inside the house for over an hour!
Candice, February 22 2007