We rent this townhouse. It didn't take long to figure out the latch on the front door has to be manually flipped from the inside or it stays locked from the outside.
Matt and I have each locked ourselves out a time or two. The habit that's helped me is that I always take my keys with me when I walk out of the door...just to be sure. It has offered me a measure of security over the years even though I know there's no logical way that I might be locked out, since I leave the door open, unlocked or both when I go outside.
Since living here, that habit has blessed me greatly when I've come back only to find the door shut on it's own and was locked. When Matt has been locked out, it was easy since I was just inside. No major catastrophes...until the other day.
They've recently changed our garbage schedule and with it not only did they drop a day they used to pick up, apparently they also are coming earlier on Tuesdays to pick up. I heard the truck. I bolted up to get the bags out of the door because I only had a couple of minutes at best to get it to the curb in time.
The only problem: I was still in my sleep clothes with no shoes. I rushed frantically and got it out just in time.
The bad news: As soon as I turned and opened the outer glass door, the suction pulled the inner door closed...and it was locked. So there I was, wearing this:
Short gown, sweatshirt and black rimmed glasses
There was no way you were getting to see me in it! ;)
It's a good thing my neighbor was home...and has internet service since I don't have Matt's phone number memorized. After a quick search, I made the call and he was in his office. Whew!
Does it sound like I'm telling you about my nightmare last night? I'm not.
Fortunately, Matt came to my rescue. He was very pleasant about the whole unfortunate situation.
As I visited with my neighbor, awaiting Matt's arrival, I learned they were going out of town the next day. Timing is everything...
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