Originally Posted By chickendumpling Ever do that? As frustrating as it was I couldn't help but laugh at myself! LOL. Luckily, I had my cell phone with me and DH came right home and rescued his damsel in distress. The kids and I sat out on the back deck and they told me all about their day. Again. And we played some of our favorite road trip games. Locking myself out of the house was probably the best thing that happened to me all day. So have you ever locked yourself out? What happened?
Originally Posted By threeundertwo Sadly, I learned how easy it was to break in through the bathroom window.
Originally Posted By LuLu I learned how easy it is to get in thru the doggy door. At least the dog thought it was a riot!
Originally Posted By EdisYoda Well, I never locked myself out of my home, but I had a roommate that did every other night. Wouldn't have been so bad, except he got home around 2am, and I had to be up at 7am. I did lock myself out of my car one time... with the engine running! Luckily I could reach the power window control with a very strangely bent hanger.
Originally Posted By MissCandice I have locked myself out of my apartment, TWICE. One time it was ok, I just went and got the spare from my landlord so that was good. The other time I locked myself out on Christmas day with my landlord out of town and the only way I could contact the only other person who had my keys was at his work and he didn't work Chrimbo day. I had to stay the night at my sister's house and call him the next day. Ugh. My sister's boyfriend at the time was a total scuzzball who I couldn't stand so I didn't enjoy having to be in his company for a whole day and night. Blech. Since then though, I have not locked myself out of my apartment but just in case, both my mom and my sister have spare keys to my place.
Originally Posted By debtee OMG I do this on a regular basis..... I'm ashamed to admit! LOL When we first moved into our house 2 years ago, we had a plumber coming to put in a new BBQ gas point. It was a weekday and Barry was at work and I was home alone. The plumber had just arrived and as I hadn't met him before, I went out to greet him and somehow pressed the electric garage door button to close the garage behind me thinking I had the front door open! We greet each other and walk to the front door only to discover it was closed! By this time I'm sure he thought I was a crazy woman as I'm standing there telling him we can't access the house! LOL So I take him around the side of the house and he gets a ladder from his truck to climb over the fense...JUST as he disappears over the fense he lets out a squeal. He has been welcomed into the garden by two large Golden Retrievers who think they have a new toy to play with and kiss and greet enthusiastically! Yikes I had forgotten about the boys! I then tell him not only had he two new friends he wasn't counting on ( Useless Guard dogs that they are ) he now has to climb thru the doggie door to get in!LOL I'm sure he was pleased to see the back of me and went home to tell his wife what a stressful day he had! hahahahahahaaha I'm pleased you are home safely chickendumpling!
Originally Posted By FerretAfros When I was little (elementary/middle school-ish) I usually forgot to bring my key with me, so I would get home to a locked house. My room had a wondow over the car port, so I would just climb up on it, since the back side was only about 5 ft above the ground, and just slide my window open, and get in that way. On the way to high school one morning I locked myself out of my car in the gas station. My parents were out of town, so I was alone on this one. After getting a hanger from the lady inside and trying several different ways to get in (including folding the back seats down, as I could just pull on the trunk really hard and it would open), I eventually called a lock smith. He eventually showed up and got the power lock button to open it up. The whole thing took about an hour and ten minutes, but I was less than five minutes late for school. Yah, I'm a loser, I know.
Originally Posted By FerretAfros When I was little (elementary/middle school-ish) I usually forgot to bring my key with me, so I would get home to a locked house. My room had a wondow over the car port, so I would just climb up on it, since the back side was only about 5 ft above the ground, and just slide my window open, and get in that way. On the way to high school one morning I locked myself out of my car in the gas station. My parents were out of town, so I was alone on this one. After getting a hanger from the lady inside and trying several different ways to get in (including folding the back seats down, as I could just pull on the trunk really hard and it would open), I eventually called a lock smith. He eventually showed up and got the power lock button to open it up. The whole thing took about an hour and ten minutes, but I was less than five minutes late for school. Yah, I'm a loser, I know.
Originally Posted By threeundertwo Actually, my worst lock-out was at my wedding. My sister took my car keys to get her shoes out of my car. Then she did what she alway does with *her* car keys - she dropped them in her purse. We both forgot about them . . . until it was time to open the car and I realized my sister was on a plane home with my keys! So, our first hours of married life were spent in a parking lot, waiting for a locksmith to come out and make a new key.
Originally Posted By beamerdog Been there, done that too many times. Just last week DH bought an extra key to hide outside so I wouldn't bug him to come home and let me in. *sigh*
Originally Posted By gadzuux I just did it recently. The week before, I had houseguests staying for the weekend, and had gone through the apartment gathering up all the different sets of keys that were just laying around here and there, looking for the extra set of house keys to give them. It surprised me how many keys I have that I have no idea what they go to. But one of the sets included a car key to a car I no longer have, but the car key looks pretty much like the current one. Since these keys were now just setting out on the shelf, I mistakenly grabbed them on the way out the door, instead of the "real" keys. I didn't realize til I was trying to start the car that I had the wrong key ring. For a split second I kind of chuckled at my own idiocy, until I realized that I had also locked myself out the my apartment. I was now going to be very late for work, so I called in and then set about breaking and entering into my own home. I decided that the skylight into the bathroom was the preferred route of entry - that way if I broke a window, at least it wouldn't be one that faces onto the street. I had to bother the next door neighbors to have them let me into their atrium, where I could climb onto their roof, and then cross over to my roof. In the twelve years I've lived here, I've never been on the roof before - nice view, but a bit drafty. The skylight comes up at about a 45 degree angle, with tempered glass with diamond-patterned wire running through it. But the raised side has long louvered glass panels that can be opened and closed by a pole from inside. I smashed the bottom strip of glass (cringing), then reached inside and opened the rest of the glass panels with the lever. I delicately slid the remaining three glass panels out of the metal clamps that hold them in place, so now it was an opening large enough for me to squeeze through - just barely. This is still difficult, because I have to lay on the roof on my belly, and then back into the gap and try to drop down to the floor. Tough to do. I realize right away that this is going to trash my nice work shirt, and so I take it off first - I'd rather have scratches and gouges on my chest and belly than lose a perfectly good shirt - I'll heal just fine. The hardest part was when I got back about as far as my breast-bone. I just don't fold easily at that part of my body, and the further back I go, the more unsupported weight is just dangling into the bathroom. This hurt. But there's nothing for it - I just have to keep going - this has to work. I'm awfully tall, and have extra-long legs, which at this moment aren't helping. In fact they're flailing wildly in mid-air, and I feel myself make contact with the bathroom mirror. I shatter it. I don't care - not right now anyway. I'm finally able to 'touch-down' with my tiptoes onto the vanity and bathroom sink. I scrape the last of my torso over the sill and into the bathroom, had a good sob and went straight back to bed. To this day, I blame the houseguests - if it wasn't for them, none of this would have happened.
Originally Posted By bloona oh no. Great stories everyone, but now I'm worried Im gonna do it! Im going to think of a plan just incase!!! My Granny once locked herself out on her balcony on holiday in Greece. A man in another apartment helped her after seeing her stranded.
Originally Posted By u k fan We locked ourselves out a couple of weeks ago. We were heading out towards work and it was just one of those misunderstandings. As luck would have it, my bedroom window was open so we borrowed a ladder from the neighbours and up I went. The only issue was that we have stupid windows that don't open very wide and I am very wide. After realising that I wouldn't be able to perch on the ledge and then get through the window I basically had to just flop through the window and then waggle my through fish style. At one point I really thought I was gonna get stuck. I had visions of getting stuck and having to wait for the fire brigade with just my lower half sticking out of an upstairs window. I'd have died of embarrasment! Anyway, I managed to squirm my way through the window and luckily for me my bed is under the window so at least I had a soft landing! I was 30 minutes late to work. And I'm now much more careful!!!
Originally Posted By CrouchingTigger Everytime I lock myself out of somewhere I discover how easy it is to break in. I locked myself out of my truck a few months ago, but I was back into it in less than ten minutes with a heavy duty paperclip and a pair of pliers to bend it with. I just formed the clip so that it would slide through the back window and spring open the latch, then slid the window open and climbed in. All these conversations remind me: we just had all our doors replaced and I need to put a new key outside somewhere.
Originally Posted By LuLu Yeah, I was quite amazed how easy it is to break in. I'd heard thieves sometimes send small kids thru doggy doors, but if debtee's plumber fit thru one... These are wild stories tho! Say, gadzuux, your apartment skylight sounds unusual, where do you live? Are you in a city loft or something?
Originally Posted By gadzuux I'm the upper flat of an upper/lower duplex - one level above the street. The only windows onto the front of the building are on the second floor. It's built onto a hillside, so the back is several stories off of the ground. The roof was the only good point of entry. I suppose I could have kicked in the door from the garage, but then I'd have to replace an entire door instead of just a strip of glass - and as it turned out, a bathroom mirror.
Originally Posted By deadmentellnotales I had this happen a few months back but fortunately I was able to macguyver my way in the house with a few choice items in the garbage. 1 part of a raisen bran box wrapped up in a plastic bag got me past the bottom lock.
Originally Posted By DVC_dad You almost wonder why you lock your doors to your house anyway...if its so easy to get in.
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb I'm hoping the bad guys will think my overly friendly pooch is a man eating pit pull.
