Ok, So I Haven't Gone Back to Bed

This is too good to wait.

I got home about 10:15 on Sunday night after driving most of the day. (all right, I did take a lunch break where I could check my email.)

I gassed up for the final time in Payson before the last half-hour stretch to home. However, I neglected to take heed of the primary rule for older folks: Never pass up the opportunity to use the restroom. I figured, "I'll be home soon," and left it at that.

So. I drive up to my trailer. I park, note my mileage and time, and gather a few thing to take into the house, since I decided to not haul it all in tonight. I climb the steps to the deck, then the stoop, then put my key in the lock.

The key won't turn.

I need to note that before I left home, I had a Great Idea: Take all the excess keys off the keyring I carry in my purse and rearrange them.

A tangential note here: I changed my front lock a few months ago. At the time, I checked both the two packaged keys plus two I had WalMart make, and they all seemed to work fine.* Since then, I've been hauling around the old key in its blue colored plastic key-topper, plus the two new originals on their little ring, which I slipped onto my main ring.

So. I took the excess keys off the ring, including the old blue-topped key. I extracted one of the new keys and put a red topper on it. This I put on my key ring, and put the blue topper on the other new key, which I put on the auxiliary key ring I grab when I go to get the mail. All the other keys went on the key hook hanging in my kitchen.

Back to "the key won't turn." Really, it won't turn at all, even though it will slip into the lock. This is one of the originals for the new lock, the manufacturer-provided key. And. It. Doesn't. Work!

Remember the rule in Paragraph Three? I have to get into the house!

Okay, Marsha. Don't panic, I tell myself. People get into locked houses all the time. They break a window and open the door from the inside.

Right!

It looks so easy on TV.

I get my huge MagLight flashlight from the car. I wrap it in a towel. I put on my sunglasses to protect my eyes. I grit my teeth. I take a swing.

There is a terrific noise that echoes both through my house and into the night. Wow! Who knew B&E was so noisy?

I examine the window. Whole and strong. Not even cracked.

I swing again, really hard this time.

POW! That noise again. The MagLight bounces off the glass. The glass is still intact.

I go in search of a rock. I stand back, throw the rock with all my might and main. I hit the door, but not the window. Sheesh! I retrieve the rock and try again. It hits the glass and bounces back.

I try again. This time it bounces off the glass and into the tree well where I will not follow.

The glass remains intact. I begin to wonder if double-pane windows are made of a special steel-reinforced glass.

I try the MagLight again. Over and Over, and the noise is horrific.

The glass doesn't crack.

Do I have a signal on my cell? Yes, out in the street! Can I call a locksmith to make the 40-mile-round-trip-from-town-after-hours? No! The phone book is inside the house.

Maybe my neighbor has an idea. There is a light on, although they haven't come to investigate the noise.

I go knock. Timidly, at first, then with the force of desperation. (See Paragraph Three.) After a long while J comes to the door. I explain my predicament, and he says he'll get dressed and come help. (He is really good to me.)

He takes a look at the lock and deadbolt on the front door. "Nobody's going to get in there," he declares. (It's so nice to know I'm safe from burglars.)

To make this short(er), and to preserve my security, I'll just say that J was able to get me into the house in a way that involved my Scary Room full of cobwebs and traps made of boxes, both empty and full. But I did get into the house in time to take care of the problem caused by my not observing the rule in Paragraph Three.

THANK YOU, J!!!!!

*Make sure the doorknob is locked when you test keys. That is my only explanation for not knowing one manufacturer key was defective after I tested them. I can't believe I used the same key on the small ring time and time again in the months since I put them on my ring, but evidently I chose one over the other identical key on every occasion.

Now I'm going back to bed!