Break me in please

Two weeks ago I had to break into my own home. The plumber had come during the day and accidentally locked me out. It was 9pm on a friday night and I really didn’t want to spend the weekend on my porch. Lucky for me, the nice older couple next door was home and I guess I could have moved in with them. But instead, my handy neighbor grabbed his tools and came over to help.

It took about 30 minutes of really loud banging to bust off the rusty old lock and open the door. I mean super-loud-what-the-hell-are-you-doing banging. He first tried just kicking the door in but that only works on TV. Then he used a sledghammer and on to a crowbar. I think he was having a little too much fun as he tore the lock off. Cause hey, how often do you get to destroy stuff and help someone at the same time?

During the whole noisy thing not a single person came over or even called the cops. I was sorta expecting to have to explain what we were doing to someone, anyone.

The crappy old door was a lot tougher to break open than we expected. And that made me feel good. The fact that no one even noticed all the noise on a quiet street in Santa Monica, not so good.