shivershiver?
My mom ended up going to bed at 2 AM last night for whatever reason, which was right as I was finished with the movie I was watching. She handed me a flashlight on the way into her room, and told me to go outside to take the trash up, move the recycle bins, and also to move the hose that was across the driveway onto one side or the other. (While making very little noise as to not wake my dad up. Which was reasonable because he has enough trouble sleeping as it is and he works rather early.)
As you can imagine, I was out there for a bit, and I see some lights turn off after a minute and figure my mom has gone to bed. I move the bins, unscrew the hose, drag it to the top of my driveway where it turns off into the bushes, sprint back down my driveway as it's raining very hard, turn the handle of the door, and...
It's locked.
With a deadbolt.
...
Shit.
Looks like my mom had failed to remember that I was still outside moving stuff for her when she locked the doors and went to bed. So I head to the other doors around my house and they're all locked. Even the slider on the back deck. I spent a good two hours circling my house trying to find a way in.
Any of you that think I should have just rang the doorbell or something obviously doesn't know my mom very well. Last time I woke her up she grounded me for three weeks, and it was even a legit reason about as good as this one. (Yes, it's a pain.)
Anyway, after trying bottom level windows, I finally decide to try some other ways in out of sheer desperation. So I climb from my balcony up to where my dad's office window is (looking at it now, I actually can't figure out how I managed to get up there without falling), grasp the window edge, and pull. Nothing. In frusteration I pull the window the opposite direction, hear a snap, point my flashlight at the center of the window... and it looks like my dad has failed to figure out how to correctly lock the new windows. Apparently randomly pulling the window in the wrong direction pulled the lock out of place since it wasn't closed correctly. I slide the window open, pull myself in, hit the floor, drag myself into my room, to my bed, and instantly fall asleep soaked to my skin from the rain.
...now that I look at it, there's an unbeleiveably large mark from where I landed below my dad's office window, but I'll take care of that in a minute.
So there you have it.
And when my grandparents called waking me up at 10 AM this morning asking what I was thankful for, I honestly told them I was thankful for the fact that my dad doesn't know how to lock windows.
As you can imagine, I was out there for a bit, and I see some lights turn off after a minute and figure my mom has gone to bed. I move the bins, unscrew the hose, drag it to the top of my driveway where it turns off into the bushes, sprint back down my driveway as it's raining very hard, turn the handle of the door, and...
It's locked.
With a deadbolt.
...
Shit.
Looks like my mom had failed to remember that I was still outside moving stuff for her when she locked the doors and went to bed. So I head to the other doors around my house and they're all locked. Even the slider on the back deck. I spent a good two hours circling my house trying to find a way in.
Any of you that think I should have just rang the doorbell or something obviously doesn't know my mom very well. Last time I woke her up she grounded me for three weeks, and it was even a legit reason about as good as this one. (Yes, it's a pain.)
Anyway, after trying bottom level windows, I finally decide to try some other ways in out of sheer desperation. So I climb from my balcony up to where my dad's office window is (looking at it now, I actually can't figure out how I managed to get up there without falling), grasp the window edge, and pull. Nothing. In frusteration I pull the window the opposite direction, hear a snap, point my flashlight at the center of the window... and it looks like my dad has failed to figure out how to correctly lock the new windows. Apparently randomly pulling the window in the wrong direction pulled the lock out of place since it wasn't closed correctly. I slide the window open, pull myself in, hit the floor, drag myself into my room, to my bed, and instantly fall asleep soaked to my skin from the rain.
...now that I look at it, there's an unbeleiveably large mark from where I landed below my dad's office window, but I'll take care of that in a minute.
So there you have it.
And when my grandparents called waking me up at 10 AM this morning asking what I was thankful for, I honestly told them I was thankful for the fact that my dad doesn't know how to lock windows.