I got up early to walk the dog and have time to finish packing. I was groggy so I thought I would lock and shut the door and then put my keys and cellphone in my jacket pocket, which would have been quite the feat of physics, since my keys and cellphone were on the other side of the now locked door.
I was upset, to say the least, and convinced that this was some kind of omen for how the trip to Memphis would go. But I decided not to include Mrs. Wigglebottom in on my misery, so we went for our walk anyway.
When we got back, I opened up the mailbox and what was there?
My new U.S. Bank checkcard.
I shit you not!!!!
So, I open the envelope and spend ten minutes trying to remember how to jiggle the card and the door. I whisper kind words over the doorknob, asking for help. Still, I’m stuck outside.
And finally, I stopped trying so hard. Instead of trying to ram the card up under the latch, I just kind of finessed a corner up under there and *pop* the door opened.
I got the dog a treat, and called U.S. Bank to get a replacement card, since I’d pretty much mangled the new one.
But, of course, no problem.
Can you believe that? Seriously. I’m still about to fall out of my chair about it. Even the chick at U.S. Bank could not believe the fortuity.
And, I’m still running early. I locked myself out of the house and I’m still running early.
Well, hurray. I’ve got the computer packed, so the next time y’all hear from me–knock on wood–it should be from downtown Memphis.
Why didn’t you just bang on the door to get the Butcher to let you in?
He’s currently working a 5:30 to 1:30 shift.
I’m so pleased to see that you’ve made this method work for you…not that I’ve had to use it many times in the past because I used to have a habit of locking myself out or anything. :) It makes me nostalgic since this won’t work on our house as the one thing the builder didn’t skimp on was the locks.Next time you’re up here, I’ll teach you how to bump a sliding door open if you don’t already know. Which is probably why I inisit that we keep one of those bar things in our screen door almost all the time…
I didn’t know you could open a door with a credit card…amazing. Great good luck that you had one right there in your mail box! It’s a great omen for your trip…maybe things won’t go as you expect, but will turn out groovy anyway. ;)