My wife and I are empty nesters now. We have two in college and another off on his own. Part of that adjustment is 'who does what.' Things like lock the garage door.

I recall, just before heading out for a run this morning that the side garage door was locked. I thought my wife had probably locked it. I thought to myself, 'good job,' I'll get in with the garage clicker thingy. So off on my run I went.

Don't know if it was the humidity. Don't know if it was the time of day. Oh, it could have been that I hadn't changed the battery on the garage clicker thingy for over 10 years!

What to do? Every door on the home was locked! The local police authorities should rejoice. JD had a locked home!  Except he was locked out!

Now remember, I was out for a run. No phone. No contact with the world. I couldn't even call my wife, who was most likely going to be too busy to come let me in for over an hour. So, I did what most people would do. I walked up to Carol and Al's.

Al met me at the door and said, I have a screwdriver and think I have a battery too. SCORE!

After a minute or two, the garage door was open. I was in the house and as soon as I get done typing this story, into the shower and off to work.

The mornings events did bring a couple things to mind though.

1. When you change your smoke detector batteries, you might want to check this battery too.

2. Remember to lock your doors before you go to work.

3. Have great neighbors that might be around to bail you out occasionally. Hey Al, at least it wasn't after midnight!!

Thanks again!

(Have you ever been locked out of your home?  What did you do? I'd love to know and write about it sometime. Send your 'locked out' story to jdcollins@kikn.com

Check this Locked OUT Story from Jeremy Kopp

A couple years back I purchased a house.  One of my first projects was to stain my deck.  I bleached it one day, waited a few days for it to dry, then proceeded to stain it.  After finishing the bottom step, I proudly stood there on the ground admiring my work, then I realized what I had done.  Knowing the front door of my house was locked, I checked the side door of my garage, that too was locked.  I then walked back to the back yard and analyzed my options....walk across the newly stained deck or try to squeeze in through my doggy door....I chose the later.  It was a tight fit.  I scrapped up both knees, both hands and my belly.  After managing to get in my garage, I stood there and saw my garage door wide open.   The next day I bought a key pad for my garage door and called my grandpa to help me put in a bigger doggy door.

 

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