Latchkey Kid
Apparently, I am a klutz.
Last night started off like pretty much any other night. I got home from work and let the dogs out. After feeding Layla, I put Jag in my car and took her up to Memorial Park for a walk. Jag loves the park, as do I, and last night was an exceptional evening for a walk in the park. We even met a jogger who has an 11-year-old border collie of his own. According to him, border collies become good house dogs at around age 8. Great, I thought, only five more years of insanity. Of course, his dog is now blind, so that might have something to do with how chill his dog is. Anyhow, we wrapped up our walk and I dropped Jag off at home and went downtown to meet Ian at La Bouvette for dinner.
We had a nice shenanigan-free evening. Ian just got back from the Austin City Limits Festival, and told me all about his trip. The only thing that kept me from going into a jealous rage, was my experience at the first Tibetan Freedom Concert in '96. After dinner we went over to Ian's and traded some mp3s and I called it a night.
I got home and started getting ready for bed. I let Jag out one last time and kenneled her up for the night. Then, I took Layla and Kudos out and inexplicably locked myself out of my house. I say inexplicably because the doorknob turned to open the door to go outside, but when I wanted to go back inside, well, the doorknob would no longer turn.
Did I mention Megan is out of town?
Yeah, it sucked.
So, I'm standing outside in my undershirt and pants at a little after 11:00 trying not to panic. I went around and checked all the other doors to see if, by chance, one might be unlocked. No luck. Then I tried the windows that I could get to. All locked. By this time it was about 11:30 and Layla and Kudos were looking at me like "Are we sleeping out here tonight, or what?" Thankfully, I actually had one resource with me, my cell phone. Now, you may wonder like I did, how I managed to have my phone and not my keys, but at that point I was just happy to have something.
My first call was to Megan's mom. She has a spare key and lives off 72nd St., making her the closest and best chance at a rescue. Unfortunately, she's in Minneapolis. Obviously, she wasn't going to be much help. Next, I called my mom, who also has a spare key. I knew it was a long shot, since they never answer the phone after 9:00, but I tried anyway. No answer. Finally, I called my dad. Luckily, he answered the phone. Not so luckily, he doesn't have a spare key.
My dad was nice enough to come over and pick me and the two pooches up (I didn't want them unattended outside at midnight, as they would probably wake up the entire neighborhood with their barking) and take us out to my mom's. I used the keyless entry pad to go in the side door and probably scared the shit out of my mom who was awakened by the security system. I disarmed the alarm, assured my mom that it was "just Christian," grabbed the spare key, and split.
Got back home at about 12:30, fed Kudos, and went to bed. Quite the little adventure. Next time, I'm just going to break in.
Last night started off like pretty much any other night. I got home from work and let the dogs out. After feeding Layla, I put Jag in my car and took her up to Memorial Park for a walk. Jag loves the park, as do I, and last night was an exceptional evening for a walk in the park. We even met a jogger who has an 11-year-old border collie of his own. According to him, border collies become good house dogs at around age 8. Great, I thought, only five more years of insanity. Of course, his dog is now blind, so that might have something to do with how chill his dog is. Anyhow, we wrapped up our walk and I dropped Jag off at home and went downtown to meet Ian at La Bouvette for dinner.
We had a nice shenanigan-free evening. Ian just got back from the Austin City Limits Festival, and told me all about his trip. The only thing that kept me from going into a jealous rage, was my experience at the first Tibetan Freedom Concert in '96. After dinner we went over to Ian's and traded some mp3s and I called it a night.
I got home and started getting ready for bed. I let Jag out one last time and kenneled her up for the night. Then, I took Layla and Kudos out and inexplicably locked myself out of my house. I say inexplicably because the doorknob turned to open the door to go outside, but when I wanted to go back inside, well, the doorknob would no longer turn.
Did I mention Megan is out of town?
Yeah, it sucked.
So, I'm standing outside in my undershirt and pants at a little after 11:00 trying not to panic. I went around and checked all the other doors to see if, by chance, one might be unlocked. No luck. Then I tried the windows that I could get to. All locked. By this time it was about 11:30 and Layla and Kudos were looking at me like "Are we sleeping out here tonight, or what?" Thankfully, I actually had one resource with me, my cell phone. Now, you may wonder like I did, how I managed to have my phone and not my keys, but at that point I was just happy to have something.
My first call was to Megan's mom. She has a spare key and lives off 72nd St., making her the closest and best chance at a rescue. Unfortunately, she's in Minneapolis. Obviously, she wasn't going to be much help. Next, I called my mom, who also has a spare key. I knew it was a long shot, since they never answer the phone after 9:00, but I tried anyway. No answer. Finally, I called my dad. Luckily, he answered the phone. Not so luckily, he doesn't have a spare key.
My dad was nice enough to come over and pick me and the two pooches up (I didn't want them unattended outside at midnight, as they would probably wake up the entire neighborhood with their barking) and take us out to my mom's. I used the keyless entry pad to go in the side door and probably scared the shit out of my mom who was awakened by the security system. I disarmed the alarm, assured my mom that it was "just Christian," grabbed the spare key, and split.
Got back home at about 12:30, fed Kudos, and went to bed. Quite the little adventure. Next time, I'm just going to break in.
posted by Christian at 9:54 AM
2 Comments:
was there any antifreeze involved?
not that I can talk, since I've locked myself out of homes on at least a half-dozen occasions
I've helped Nate break into his house before.
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