During my basement dweller days Chrystal and I would occasionally go grocery shopping together. (She lived upstairs in the main part of the house and I, and my two cats, lived in the cute little basement. Cute, if you could overlook the spiders.) We came home from one such shopping trip to find I was locked out of my apartment.
“No problem, just go through my house, through the garage and laundry room and use the connecting door,” Chrystal suggested.
“Ok.” As I said that I was trying to remember if I had left that door unlocked or not. I usually locked it even though she was the only one with access, because I’m a fraidy cat. What if the bad guys come through her house, rob and kill her, and then decide to check out the basement dweller!
Sure enough, it was locked.
“I’ll get a screw driver and hammer and take it off the hinges,” said one of us. I think it was me because I remember being the one to actually UNSUCCESSFULLY take it off the hinges.
“Well since that didn’t work just use the hammer to break the lock.” I distinctly remember it being Chrystal who came up with that idea.
After about 20 minutes of the two of us taking turns trying to break the stupid lock, which of course wouldn’t break because it was doing its job, we gave up.
“This door is not the sturdiest of doors. What if we use the hammer to chop a hole right next to the door knob, and then reach in and unlock the door.” Again, I credit Chrystal with suggesting another brilliant plan.
So chop we did. And we chopped some more. We got a lot of aggression out on that stinking door!
“Wow, these doors are sturdier than they appear,” I said after another 10 minutes.
Another few minutes of chopping and we had a hole big enough to reach through only to find out that, in our earlier attempt to break it, we had damaged the lock beyond use. So locked it stayed.
We stood there for a few minutes staring at all the wood chips on the floor with nothing to show for it. It was then that Chrystal decided to give it a shot with the hammer and screw driver to take the door off the hinges.
It came right off.
What?!?!? What had I done wrong? I have taken doors off hinges many times to move large furniture in or out or to paint or something. What?!?!?
We discussed if for a bit and decided it was because we were tired. And maybe also needed some therapy time to hit, punch, yell, and destroy an inanimate object. Poor little door.
Since we rented the house from our church we thought the most Christian thing to do would be to hide it and get someone else to come put in a new door before the elder in charge found out. Which is what we did. Unfortunately the elder in charge was mowing our backyard when the chopped up door passed by. He laughed, shook his head and said he didn’t dare ask what happened.
So that is how my single sister and I solved the problem of being locked out. Would a husband have gotten it off the hinges on the first try? Or would he have not forgotten his key in the first place. Either way I think our plan worked out just fine. I got in didn’t I?
Question: Ever been locked out? Have better luck in getting in than we did?