Over the past few weeks, some local contractors have been gradually burying M’s Dome under the Auld Sod.
M – AKA Ian – was very interested to see the progress for obvious reasons. So when he came by yesterday we toddled over. In the midst of the festivities he tried to enter the dome.
The door was locked.
The keys to the door were clearly visible on the windowsill. Inside.
There’s only one door.
Someone who shall remain nameless except that it was Landlady said something to the effect of “I told you an escape hatch would be a good idea. Did you listen to me? Noooo…”
We really were kind of stuck. There didn’t seem to be any way to enter the dome that didn’t involve major, expensive damage.
We found a way. It was a bit finagly and time-consuming, but we did get in. And while we were finagling and consuming time, M – clearly trying to look on the bright side – said “That’s one good thing about living in Mormon country, I guess.”
“Really?” I asked. “And what’s that?”
“When Mormons come around and find your door unlocked, they helpfully lock it for you instead of ripping you off.”
“Interesting point.”
ETA: Before anybody says it, remedial action has been taken to prevent recurrence.
I know this is an old post, but i’m catching up 🙂
This is why lock-picking is such a great skill for any one who needs to be self dependent.
A little spring steel, (bristles from a street sweeper work great) a grinder or dremel, and a little know how provides all the basic tools, and a copy of the internet book “The MIT Guide to Lock-Picking” makes for a basically free way into a fullfilling hobby.
“Locks are there to keep honest people honest”. Once you get the hang of it you will be amazed at how easy it becomes, and how true that phrase is.