As I was feeding the outside cats this evening in front of the house the door closed behind me. As I went to go back inside I found that I was locked out with nothing in my pockets that might help me break into a house or call anyone.
At that point I found that my only option was to go through the backyard and hope that I have lost enough weight so that I can fit through the doggie door. Unfortunaley the back gate has a lock on it so now my only option is to hop the gate. I am not very adept at hopping fences so much so that the only time I have been able to get over a six foot wall on my own was when I was 19, drunk at a party, and was told that the cops were there. Anyway, I did find a couple of sturdy looking flower pots and a bunch of cylinder blocks next to the back gate so I thought that I would stack up enough stuff so that I could climb over the gate easier.
I start slowly stacking blocks on top of the flower pots, as I am stacking the blocks my make shift step stool is becoming more and more unstable. As I'm standing on it trying to get at least one leg over the gate I starting wobbling and almost lose my balance.
At that point I decide that this isn't going to work. The last thing I need is to be locked out and split my head open on the sidewalk. I'm beginning to think that, once again, my only other option is to go ask a neighbor not only if I can hop their back wall but also if they could provide me a real step stool or a ladder.
That's when I remember that once when I was asked to house sit at the very last minute I was told that there would be a house key in the mail box for me use. So I go over to the mailbox hoping and praying that there is a key in there and at that moment I was the luckist person in the world.
I found out later that the only reason there was a key in the mailbox was because the person she had feed the dogs this morning left it in there for when she came home.