What a bad, horrible, aweful night!
On our way home tonight from work, I asked Steve if we could use one of our coupons from the new Gold C Book to order pizza. He agreed, so when we got home, I called them up. I wanted to use a coupon for by one medium pizza, and get a second one free. He told me it would be $15! I was like FOR ONE MEDIUM PIZZA? And the guy didn't see anything wrong with it. So I changed to fewer toppings, and it was still $11! I was like um never mind I'll order from somewhere else. Then I saw a coupon for the same place that was two 2-topping large, an order of cheese bread, and a 2-liter of soda for $20. So I called back and ordered that. Luckily, it was a different person, or they would have thought I was weird.
So while we waited the hour for the pizza, we went to do some things in the garage. I was putting a fourth coat of stain on the new fish tank stand, and Steve was going to drill something. So we are working away, and in about 30 minutes, the pizza guy drove by, so Steve was going to go inside and meet him at the front door. THE GARAGE DOOR WAS LOCKED!!!!! This is the third time this has happened, except the first two times I was in the house, so no big deal. Now we are both out, the dogs are inside, the pizza guy is on the porch, and we have NO KEYS! We should have probably learned the first time this happened, but no. I even thought about this a few days ago. Hmm, if that door ever locks, we can’t get in. Did I put a key outside somewhere, NO!
We were rattling the door trying to get the lock to maybe wiggle to the open position, and we could hear the doorbell and the guy calling my cell phone. (Both phones were inside by the way.) Eventually I went and told him we were locked out and the money was inside, and he said he would have to take it back. I felt kind of bad, but he was nice enough to say he hoped we got in. So now what do we do? I suggest asking a neighbor to use the phone and call a locksmith, but Steve said that was too expensive. He suggested putting on his climbing shoes and climbing up the outside of the house because the bedroom (second story) and loft (third story) windows were open. No. Then I suggested using a large drill bit and drilling through the lock. I read too many books, this doesn’t work. We ended up totally tearing apart the door handle for about an hour with the drill, screwdriver, hammer, and dremel. It FINALLY opened, but we for sure have to get a new handle. Oh well, cheaper than a whole new door (we thought about just busting through) or the locksmith I guess.
So I called the pizza place to see if they would send it back. I told him what happened, and he was like you should have called I would have just given it to you! Oh man! They did send a new order, just got it at 9:00 pm, and ate a piece real quick before starting this paragraph! Luckily, all three times I called today it was a different person, and two different delivery people. I guess we just weren’t meant to have pizza tonight…
What remains.
Box of parts we ripped off.
Trying to drill through the lock doesn’t work.
Pretty doorknob.
What if looked like when the knob came off.