Today, a man dressed in expensive black slouchy jeans, a zip-up hoodie that said, "South Pole," white leather shoes, a thick silver chain, and a baseball cap picked the lock to our house.
What's ironic is that we paid him $65 to do it. They really need to give locksmiths better uniforms.
So, I'm adding a new item to my Christmas list: a key hider. (No fake piles of poop, please.)
10 years ago
One time I locked myself out of my house; had to break a window to get in.
ReplyDeleteThankfully, we had a cell phone with us at the time.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, it was my fault.
Also, I don't think a key hider is the best answer. Are there any friends of ours who would like a spare key, and would then be available when I stupidly lock the door on the way out of the house, in spite of just thinking to myself that I needed to make sure we didn't lock ourselves out? If so, let us know.
Well, Jon says it was his fault, but I've locked myself out twice before--just had the luck that someone was around with a key both times.
ReplyDeleteHaahaa, sure I'll be your key buddy...just give me about an hour and a half lead time. You know...let me know when you are planning to lock yourself out. I did however volunteer my grandma for such a case as this!
ReplyDeleteMaybe that should be a ministry of your church. You know have a vault with a an assigned code, so you can come to pick up your key in such a case! =)
What about giving a key to the neighbor? Do you know her well enough yet?
ReplyDeleteDon't talk about my cousin that way.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I posted my pics of us on my webshots site. Love ya
ReplyDeleteI saw a guy with that description on the train to Dallas Thanksgiving weekend. I think he was an elf! He's my cuz for sure!
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