Will it ever end? I’m seriously starting to doubt it. This morning, Joe and I ran out and, since I didn’t need my checkbook or credit card, I left my purse in the house. When we returned, Joe asked me if I had my keys. I looked on the floor by my feet and didn’t see my purse. I always bring my purse. we were locked out. Crap.
“I knew you didn’t have your keys when you didn’t bring your purse,” Joe said.
“Why didn’t you tell me??” I responded.
I tried calling the landlord, to no avail. He never answers his phone. Not very handy, if you ask me.
So, we took a quick jaunt to the police department which, luckily, is just a few blocks from my house. I was in my sweatpants and looked like hell, but I didn’t care. We marched down to support services where the public information officer and recruiting officer work. I deal with them every day for work, so I know them very well.
“I locked us out,” I said. “Do you know anyone who can open the lock?”
The sergeant pulled out his asp baton. “Use this,” he said as I stared blankly. “It’s cheaper to fix a window than to call a locksmith.”
He had a point.
They told us to try using a credit card in the door jamb.
I watched in nervous anticipation as Joe first tried his driver’s license and then his insurance prescription card. Just as we thought it wasn’t going to happen, the door popped open. “My insurance finally came through,” he joked.
So, through act of stupidity number two, I learned to always take my purse with me. oh, and I headed down to Lowe’s and got several spare keys made. 🙂