C’mon, we all have had at least one experience of being locked out of a car or home.While in High School I froze for several hours because I could not find my keys.  The first hour kept me warm because I was so mad at myself.  The hours afterwards resulted in me taking a long and big screwdriver to pry the door open, wrecking the lock.  Within moments my dad opened the garage door.  He couldn’t get mad, I was half frozen. I took off my coat and there it was, my purse on my shoulder with the keys inside of it. I felt brain dead. I wrapped myself in a comforter and said nothing to my father as he closed the garage door and went to pick up my mother from work.  Those were the days before cell phones, but I can’t find my cell phone half the time.

I also had two experiences of locking a baby in the car seat with the engine running and the baby screaming.  Police were called and I was soon reunited with my baby.  I never did not notice that I had a baby in the backseat to leave the car and go on errands.

I cleaned my apartment a few years ago, and the last move was the one that was epic.  I had a small bag of garbage to put into the small garbage can.  I took it out, put it in the can, closed the lid and let my butt bump the one door closed.  I was in pajama bottoms, socks, and a dirty shirt.  No one was around in the complex.  It was November and cold.  I panicked and checked the one window I thought I left open.  It was way over my head to reach.

I found a cement block behind a shrub.  I put it under the window and used my freezing fingers to open the window of a bedroom.  I had a problem with this scenario.  I had to stand on my toes to be able to grab onto the bedspread.  The rest of the operation involved me pulling myself up over the window frame inch by long inch until my bare butt was exposed sticking out the window.  I gnashed my teeth  and forced myself to pull the rest of my body onto the bed.  I lay there, panting for air, for a while and closed the window.  I had scraped most of my body over that idiotically sharp edge of the window frame. I showered and dressed into clean pajamas…done for the day.  I dared not look at the damage.

I showed my husband the body bruise later that night.  It was dark purple from my neck to my ankles. But, the apartment was clean!  We found out that the apartment complex owner was checking out the rented apartment across from ours.  My husband went and whispered something to him and the owner did not look at me, but kept his head down as he got into his truck to leave.  We have not talked about this since that day until now.