First full week and I locked myself out

First week went ok. Spent any free time at the old place, getting ready for a tenant, moving in on the 7th. Was finding more and more stuff to move and clean. In the new place, I was scared about the valves and equipment in the pool area, but found a really good service shop (valley pools) in hamilton. Even though the guy didn’t have time to come out, he asked that I take pictures and he’d walked me through it. I brought a water sample and after 2 bags of some shock treatment, and firing up the heater, the pool was good to go.

My parents and sister were over saturday enjoying pool, and pool table, while helping me get things put away all day. Dad made a sign for the driveway, and I’m no longer driving past the entrance, going home.

On Sunday, I got up and walked from the kitchen to the sun room. The door automatically closed behind me and I was locked out. I’m now in the sun room, in my boxers, and a t-shirt, no shoes, and no keys, phones, or anything else. Do a quick walk around the house and realized I’m really screwed. was able to get into the garage, and made a skirt out of the material you put between the ground and mulch, along with some packing tape. That was version 2 of cover up. My first was a hefty bag, that ended up looking like a cretan vraka.

sample cretan vraka (cretan vraka)

So now my only choice is to stand on Route 206 and try to flag someone down, that can call the police to help me get a locksmith. There’s allot of traffic, but no one was stopping for me. From the garage, I found a big box, and some spraypaint. Created a sign “Locked out, Please call police”. It wasn’t readable, and I couldn’t hold it up well.

locked out sign

Luckily, someone finally saw me and assumed I was having some type of trouble. They let me use their cell to call the local police. The patrolman showed up and could only offer to use a crow bar on the door. We agreed that wasn’t a good option, and he said he’d try to get a dispatcher to call a locksmith. Said someone would be on their way, but no eta, and he left. He was very professional, and could have easily made fun of me, but didn’t. I was going to send a rant with my seatbelt ticket from a few weeks ago. Now thinking of paying it and adding a tip.

With some time on my hands, I started thinking, and decided to take my drill and try to drill through the keyhole of one of the locks and see if I could get it. Worse case I’d ruin a lock. Sure enough that worked. Called the locksmith, and it was a consortium of companies. I was still in the queue to be dispatched, so if my McGyver skills didn’t work I would have been out there a while.

I now have a key hidden outside and spare clothes in the garage.


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