I was in the kitchen, saying goodbye to my mom, and making sure that she would be picking me up at whatever time I was done when I heard Bill call out to me that he couldn't get out. So naturally, I go up to the door and think it's just locked and maybe Bill got confused. Nope.
I tug and tug at the door with no give. I even did that stupid thing people do in the movies by putting their foot up on the door and pulling, no dice. Bill had to climb out our front window (which is pretty high up off the ground) and call out to my neighbor, Jamal, who was on his stoop. Jamal thought Bill was robbing the place! (Who in their right mind would rob a place in the broad daylight, wearing a florescent yellow hoodie, and go out the front window? No one, that's who.)
Once Bill explained himself (and I hollered out the window to my neighbor that, no, this man was not robbing us), Jamal got to work helping us. Bill had to piggyback down on to Jamal's back to get out, and then I had to go the same on Bill's back!
Those two tried everything they could while my poor mother was stuck inside. Unfortunately, I had work, so I didn't get to stick around and see the shenanigans unfold. By the time I got home, all was well again! Bill saved the day by getting us a new doorknob and fixing the door up right. He's such a good egg.
That was a fun day. Work that day was pretty dismal in comparison to what I went through beforehand. Anything like that ever happen to you?
Oh, and by the way, I'm writing a guest post on Cattails & Cardigans next week! To be posted the same day of my doctor's office visit. I'm much like an animal when it comes to those—see the vet and run...
