QotD: Dude Where’s My Keys?
What's the story behind a time when you got locked out?
I used to loose my keys a lot. There was the time I couldn't find my dorm key right before I left for a weekend away, I tore my room apart looking for the key and nearly gave my roommate a heart attack (she is braver than I, I don't think I could have slept in a room when I thought a key for it was floating around somewhere). But I wasn't actually locked out thank goodness, I also found my key on my bed as I was putting everything away when I got back on Sunday evening.
But actually being locked out? A few years ago we decided to buy my parents a new TV for xmas. We found a good Friday-after-Thanksgiving sale and went and stood in line at Best Buy Friday morning (not to get inside, just the line that wrapped around the store to check-out). Then we drove it out to my parents house, they were gone for the weekend but I knew where they hid a key. Except the key wasn't there. I couldn't call to ask where it went because that would ruin the surprise. We finally figured out how to break into my parents house without actually breaking a window and managed to get the new TV in the house. But I don't think we were able to remove the old TV (one of those huge TV in nice wooden box on a rotating base things-it was on its last legs and the picture wasn't so hot, go figure we'd only had it for almost 20 years and had gotten it used) so we had to leave that and let them deal with it.
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