Locked Out

Last night, we had one of THOSE moments. You know the ones, they make you laugh and cry all at the same time. Yeah, THOSE moments.

I took the dogs outside after dinner so they could do their thing. It was such a beautiful night, I called inside for Matt to come out with us. Ani and Chewbi don't like to go out by themselves. In fact, Chewbi freaks out, so I always go out with them. I was standing on the patio, watching the sky, when Matt stepped outside and closed the door. 

That's when it happened.  

He turned the knob, which wouldn't budge. He rattled the handle, still nothing. We were locked out. Both of us. The blinds were open in several windows, so we could see inside, we just couldn't GET inside. Immediately, he turned on me, accusing. "Did you lock the door?!" he said.  Um, no. 

Here's the thing: if I had locked it when I went out, he couldn't have gotten outside. He was the last one to come out the door. HE locked us out. But, of course, he wouldn't admit that. He kept accusing me of locking us out, which was not only ludicrous, it was IMPOSSIBLE!

Then he got this terrible look on his face, like he might throw a full-on, man-sized tantrum and tried to force the door open by rattling the handle while pushing. I stood on the patio and watched him try to hulk his way inside. It might have been funny if it wasn't so sad. He gave up, walking around the house trying all of the doors. All locked because, you know, he's obsessive about locking everything up. 

So, we're standing on he back patio, looking at the doors. Neither of us are wearing shoes, we're both without phones, and we have no keys. We don't know anyone in the neighborhood, or even in town for that matter, and we can't call a lock smith. We can't even drive anywhere. We're stranded, in our own back yard.

That's when I try some of the windows. Matt's in the back, turing to jimmy the door open with a piece of plastic he found. Fortunately for both of us, the front window wasn't locked. It also isn't so high up that we couldn't climb inside. So we go around the house, Matt opens the window and pushes the blinds aside, then climbs into the window.

Meanwhile our next door neighbors and their friends watch us like we're nuts. When Matt opens the door, he comes out to let me in and waves at the neighbors who wave back. At this point, we're pretty sure they're calling the cops. Our dogs are freaking at the side gate, so we go outside to let them in. When we come back inside, Matt unconsciously turns the lock on the door before pushing it shut and then walks away, while I watch dumbfounded. 

He definitely locked us out. I pointed it out to him and all he could do was laugh. I think he owes me an apology, especially since this is the SECOND time he's done this in a week. You see, a few days earlier he had locked himself out of the bedroom at 5:00 a.m., then banged on the door for me to let him in. He accused me of locking him out then, too, which was ridiculous because I was ASLEEP!!

Needless to say, we've begun taking our keys without us outside and being extra cautious about the door being locked. He still owes me an apology!

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