Last Saturday night I got locked out of the house. We were getting ready to go
on a mini-vacation to stay at a cabin on a lake at the campground for our
denomination, and Erick and the kids had been getting ready to go. I had to work
until 11:00 p.m. that night. I had lost my set of keys, so I took the spare set.
It has the key to the blue van and a couple of house keys on it. During my lunch
hour, Erick came to switch vans so he could get the one I had taken cleaned out
and packed up for our trip. Since I didn't have my regular set of keys, he went
and had a key made for the gold van so I could get home. After all, I'd hate to
get stranded at Walmart.
All went well until I got home. Usually, Erick
leaves the door unlocked when I work late so I don't have to mess with finding
the right key in the dark. That night, he had locked it. I tried to unlock it
with my spare keys, and lo and behold, none of them fit. Apparently they were
the keys to our last house. I called Erick on my cell phone and got his voice
mail. I called the house phone and no one answered. I knocked and rang the
doorbell and no one heard me.
Now, most of the time, if I'm not home in
a reasonable amount of time, Erick will wake up and notice I'm not in bed and
he'll call me. I figured that he's get up soon and notice he had some missed
calls and texts and come out and let me in. So I figured I'd wait in the van for
him. Since there were blankets packed up for our trip, I made myself a little
place to sleep on the back seat and tried to sleep, but I was lonely and had a
hard time sleeping. After an hour he still hadn't come out, so I got up and
tried calling and knocking and everything again, but to no avail. I went and
laid down again. Finally, at nearly two in the morning, I was starting to get
desperate. I wanted in and I wanted in now! I decided to break in. I pried the
screen off of one of the windows that we keep open a lot and then stood on an
upside-down trash can so I could try to pry it open. It wouldn't budge. I found
out later that Erick had put the security locks on since we were getting ready
to leave on our mini-vacation. I put my mouth up to the crack and screamed and
yelled as loud as I could, but not even the dog responded. I went around to
Jay's window and threw rocks at it, hoping to wake him up. I finally started
body slamming the front door, intending to break it if I had to. I was beginning
to imagine that someone had broken in, murdered my family, and then locked the
door on the way out. I knew I couldn't go back to sleep with that thought
running through my head.
Finally, Jay came down and let me in. I was in
tears. I went upstairs and flipped on the light and said to Erick, "What are you
doing sleeping?" He jumped up and said, "It's in the middle of the night--what
do you think I'm doing?" I was a wreck. He felt terrible about it. It took me
awhile to calm down. The next day it seemed a l ot funnier, but boy it sure
wasn't funny at the time!
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