Good neighbor!

This reminds me of locking myself out of my house when I was 8 months prego with Brendon. When I got out of the shower I noticed that there was a dead animal on the outside patio and I wanted to get a paint bucket and brick to cover it until DH could get home to deal with it, and so the dog would not get into it. I wrapped a huge towel around myself and went out to take care of it, and found I had locked myself out.

I knew the neighbor across the street very well, but not so much the one next door. So I watched carefully for no traffic in sight and dashed across the street. They weren't home!!! So I as discretely as possible dashed across again to the neighbor next door. (Mary Hartman! and her DH Warren) Mary was working, but Warren answered and called my friend that had a key to the house for me.

A few weeks later I ran into the son and his father had told the family about the incident, but he never mentioned that I was clad only in a towel. I thought that was just so sweet and gentlemanly of him.

Well, considering I've been: rescued from the roof, borrowed a ladder to get on the deck when the cats locked me out, and had to retrieve spare keys at least 2x when I locked myself out doing yard work in the back, I'm happy to rescue someone else.

Wow, that's a lot....hmmm.

I'm very glad my current front door can't lock me out. Unless I lose the key when I'm outside and then I have a spare hidden on the porch.

I never lock my doors, so I must have somehow pushed the button in or something.

Wow, that's a lot of locking out! I've done it twice in my current place--both times I had my car keys but for some reason not my house keys (the front door is a deadbolt, if I"m not driving, but the garage door is a flip lock). Once I had to call a locksmith and once I was luckily going the same place as my roommate at the time, so just let him know and worked it out. But there've been a few times where I just got lucky. I keep thinking I need to install one of those keycode locks on the front door, but haven't gotten around to hiring someone (in theory I could do it but I worry if I tried I'd screw it up and end up with no lock on the front door!)

I locked myself out of the house once when I was first dating Dan. I didn't have a phone with me, of course, so I couldn't call him, so I "liberated" a neighbor's ladder and I climbed up onto the roof and then I opened my bedroom window I knew was unlocked. I lost my shoe climbing up the ladder, but Dan really thought I was a badass after that!

I installed my keycode lock on the front door, meara, I'm sure you could do it! And I never lock myself out anymore.

So, finally got back to the pool (the gym never did announce that the pool was open again like they said they would, but I figured by now it would have to be, and it was) and the good news is I can swim one full length of freestyle without stopping to rest. The bad news is I can just barely do that and I don't think I'll be able to get from where I am now to being able to swim the equivalent of 4 laps without stopping (and then hop on a bike for 4 miles but that is almost beside the point) in three weeks. I just missed too much training time in July. I think I need to drop out of my triathlon and do a later one. Disappointing.

I locked myself out of a place I was housesitting for my sister. Fortunately the front door had a glass window right next to the lock, so I carefully pried up the molding the held the glass in, pulled out the pane, opened the door, and carefully replaced the glass. I never told her.

I thought it was interesting that in Paris, most apartment buildings had keypad locks on the front door. So theoretically, you can know your friends' codes and not have to be let in.

Connie, I did the same. The day I was moving out of my apartment in NC to move here. And I was in my robe. Thankfully, had my tools in the car and it was unlocked.

Stupid Ace closed early, 10 minutes before I got there.