What’s the story behind a time when you got locked out?
I have come up with more situations than
I care to admit. The first one I thought
about on Friday when Carolyn announced that she’d be ending the class ten minutes
early as the lifeguards have a meeting at 10:00 and would like to start on time
without having to wait for stragglers. When class was over, I strongly
suggested that Richard get out as it seems to take him longer to dress.
Carolyn announced to the group that they
were welcome to stay for five minutes before taking off. She started heading to the deep end while the
majority of the class headed towards the stairs at the shallow end and climbed
out. I then shared my first story with
her.
Story
#1
I don’t know how many years ago it was, but
my first “locked out” story is not
really about getting locked out but rather getting “locked in”. Normally I don’t change back into my clothes until after I return home, but there are occasions
when I change at the pool. Apparently I
had taken that opportunity one Friday just before the lifeguards had their
meeting. Or else I was just taking a
longer time in the bathroom or something.
Regardless I had gone to the front door to exit the facility, only the
door was locked. I had to go back
through the dressing room and knock on the window in the room where the lifeguards
met and interrupt their meeting.
Story
#2
When Jaime was a baby I had gone to the
store with her. I don’t know if I
loaded her or the groceries first – I’m thinking her. I had evidently laid my keys in her car seat
or had given them to her to play with.
Somehow I had locked her in the car.
I had my cell phone but not my keys.
I called Richard frantic as my child was inside a locked car – though the
windows had been rolled down a crack because I do remember a set of people
trying to help me with unlocking the door but just weren’t able to
reach the lock.
I would peek in Jaime’s direction
and smile at her. I didn’t want her to
sense how frantic I was. She thought I
was playing a game with her and smiled back.
I’m sure it felt
longer than it really was. Jaime was
fine but I was in panic mode. By the
time Richard showed up (with the entire troop no less) I was crying. We set the car seat aside scrimping to find
the keys. It wasn’t until after
one of her sisters physically removed Jaime from the car seat that keys were
discovered.
I do have more examples of locking
myself out of the house. But for the time being we will just stick with two
that I have provided.
