Thursday was an interesting day, not Twilight Zone, but just odd. On Thursday, my grandma, my uncle, and myself went downtown to get grandma checked up. Believe it or not, things went quickly, and we couldn't have spent more than 1 hour in town. But then we returned home. I proceed to put the key in the door to unlock it. Door knob would not turn. I thought to myself "oh, wonderful." I turned back at them and said, "it won't open." Door: 1, us: 0.
My uncle then proceeds to try and turn the knob, and he can't get it open. Door: 2, us: 0. He then went into his van to get some tools. He slipped some flexible steel in to try and get the latch to go, but nothing. Door: 3, us: 0. He then thought about other ways in, but all windows were locked. He tries the door again, and again nothing. Door: 4, us: 0. He goes back to his van, and gets more tools, one of which was a crowbar. He slides the steel and the crowbar in, and tries to get the latch pried, but it still won't go. Door: 5, us: 0.
He returns to his van one more time to get a second crowbar, and he slips both in, and after some prying, the door finally opens. Door: 5, us: 1.
As it turns out, this door knob and lock are both older than I am (which isn't a surprise, since there are a lot of things in this house older than me). Needless to say, the door can no longer be unlocked from the outside, and it's kinda annoying unlocking it from the inside. Once Monday or Tuesday roll around, new door knob!
Topic: The adventures of breaking into one's own house (Read 1782 times)