So it occurred to me that perhaps many readers will not understand the "kick in the door" reference in my previous post...I shall share a story...
Once upon a time, in a cute little house in West Jordan, there lived a cute little family. (It really was little...I think there was only 1, maybe 2 kids at the time?) Anyway...Someone had dropped me and the kids off at home, and we had opened the garage so that we could get into the house. We said goodbye to our ride, and after they pulled away, I turned to enter the house through the garage.
The door was locked. Deadbolted.
So we sort of waited for a while, trying while sitting inside the garage to decide what our next step would be. (Obviously, the "we" was really just me...Babies are terrible problem solvers!)
Then came the potty emergency.
So did I calmly go next door and ask if we could use their bathroom? Or hang out until we could get our door unlocked?
No. I, with only TWO KICKS, kicked in the steel, deadbolted door to gain entry into my house. (That door was never the same...)
Makes you question the security of your own deadbolts, doesn't it!
(Where did you say you keep your valuables again?...)
3 comments:
That must have been one heck of a potty emergency...I don't think I could have kicked in with only two kicks! I love that story!
It's also one of MY favorite stories--it's so like you to just tackle a problem head-on like that! You need to be in the house, the door is in the way, remove the door, and voila! Problem solved.
And, umm, I don't HAVE any valuables... umm, nothing at all worth taking. No, really...
I really dislike this story...
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