Can’t Be My Fault
As I pulled the door shut behind me, I realized what I had done. It was at the exact instant that it closed when I knew. I looked down at my shoelace, where I always tied my key when I went for a run. I already knew what I would see, but I had to look anyway. There was no key…I was locked out.
I had done this many times before in hotels. Of course, all I had to do was go to the front desk and have a new key made. There is no front desk in my neighborhood for instances like this. Maybe there should be. I could bring it up at the next neighborhood meeting, if we had neighborhood meetings. Maybe, we should have a meeting to decide if we need to have meetings.
Even though I knew the door was locked, I had to check it anyway. Then, even though I knew the back door was locked, I checked that too. I began to think of ways to break in. Luckily it has the word break in it. That made me thinks of costs and repairs. There would be no break in. Plus, my luck, I would be the first person ever to be arrested for breaking into their own house. Oh, and don’t think my wife wouldn’t press charges.
