A Vignette (May 2023)
I am constantly telling my wife:
"I'm going to work outside. Please don't lock me out."
Typically, I go out to the garage where I keep my work boots and gloves.
through the den door then I go out to the yard. through the outer door
Inevitably. she decides to clean the cat litter box
or take out the trash, or perhaps
searches for something stored on the garage,
then, out of habit, turns the deadbolt to the locked position.
This occurred again for the hundredth time just yesterday.
I had come into the garage after working in the garden,
taken off my boots, and ... surprise!
found the door to the den locked.
I knocked petulantly, then pounded a bit harder, But no answer.
Standing in the darkened garage in my stocking feet
I had no choice but to keep pounding on the door
or put the boots back on, go back out the outer door
and walk around to the screen porch to enter
through the (hopefully) unlocked back door slider.
So I stopped pounding and put my boots back on.
Went into the porch and took the boots off
and made it into the kitchen through the slider.
Judy was on the computer playing Mah Jong.
"You locked me out!" I complained.
"Oh, sorry, I wasn't thinking." she answered,
for the hundredth time.
And that was that.