I locked myself out yesterday when i went to throw the trash out.and i gave myself some nice bruises on my arm getting back in thru my bedroom window.

not a very exciting story. but im sure some of you have some hilarious "locking yourself out of the house storys?!"

i locked my self out of a flat i was renting.

i went to the landlord who gave me a spare key.

there.

Christopher said:

heh heh

I locked myself out of my apartment while running down to get a Coke... :O ...I was blinded by thirst, I tells ya!!

I have locked myself out when I lived home with my parents. I had to climb through the kitchen window that my mother left cracked open.. I nearly broke my leg and arm doing it..

The night England beat Germany 5-0 at football was also the night my husband was flying home from competing in an enduro event having sustained a broken arm.

Needless to say, I left home to pick him up from the airport without my door keys; not only that, I didn't think about what I was doing and picked him up in the little sports car (no room for luggage), rather than the larger car we have, so he was cramped in the passenger seat with his kit on his lap, cursing me, and feeling every bump in the road.

So, as you can imagine, I wasn't the most popular woman in the world when we got home and couldn't get a locksmith to come out and get us in because they were all watching the football. And I don't think it's even possible to express how I suffered when he realised that he'd missed probably the most memorable match since we won the World Cup

Then there was the time we were at the airport, on holiday, before returning home. I went to freshen up and he'd said to me to be careful cos the car keys to our car (parked at Gatwick airport) were in the washbag. Needless to say, as soon as I entered the washroom I was oblivious to what he'd said and made myself beautiful in a most carefree and joyous way, neglecting to return the keys to the bag. We got home to Gatwick on Christmas morning at 6am, after a 10 hour flight, and couldn't find the car keys. It soon became apparent what had happened and I got "the glare" and the silent treatment. I think what got him was that he'd made point of telling me to be careful and I still managed to lose them. Anyway, my parents bailed us out that time by driving all the way from north London to bring us our car keys.

I never used to lose keys but over the past couple of years I've become famous within the family for it. I don't know what happened - I hit 35 and for some reason things changed.

Last time I locked everyone out, I had to jump over my neighbour's trash to get in through the back door which (luckily) I'd left open. Just two days ago, I locked us out again - my husband had to climb a fence to get in.

My friend, Neil, who's adorable usually ties his doorkey around my neck when we go out together, which I used to think was totally unnecessary but recently I've come round to the idea, especially as it's saved my bacon a couple of times when I would've been locked out with nowhere to go.

Anyway, sorry to hear about your recent incident Christopher. I'm sorry to tell you this but it's the first step on a very long road ...

ps ... as a little postscript to my story ... I now have 8 keys to my home circulating. Three are with neighbours and relatives and the remaining five are on each set of keys we have. I have STILL managed to lock myself out though!

2the9s said:

Raspberry said:

i do believe we all just need barcodes implanted in us. so we can scan everything!

The key (no pun intended) is having locks that won't lock without one (a key that is).

The trouble with those is that if you're inside and you lose your keys you can't go anywhere.

So I don't have any getting locked out stories, but I did once get locked in by my sister when we were sharing a house. The lock had a double-locking mechanism which can only be locked from the outside, which means it can't be unlocked from the inside, even if you have a key. I had to spend about an hour scraping decades of paint from around the windowframe to get it open. It was one of these old georgian houses with those bloody heavy sash windows that slide up and down on those pulley things, or I should say one of those that don't slide up and down on those paint-encrusted pulley things.

I ended up putting my back out trying to open the damn thing, and I had to crawl out head first onto the street. To make it worse the house fronted onto the main street, it was lunchtime, and so I had a crowd of people watch me crawl out the window, get up, unlock the door and go back inside. Boy, did I feel clever.

On the upside, I've never lost a key in my life!

AsylumUtopia said:

oh my

well yes upside you've never lost a key.

Raspberry said:

England never won the world cup!

Teacher said:

yes we did ... the year I was born

Raspberry said:

Oh yeah, I forget u're older than I am

Byron said:

Now ya know if it was a you were runnin after that wouldn't have happened is nuttin but bad luck.

Teacher said:

I once got locked in the shower in boarding school.
Everybody (including the girls) came to check out how they get me out by taking apart the door, while I was nekkid inside

Me and Althom have a bad habbit of locking each other out of the house

TweetyBird said:

Christopher said:

You're a schwepo...


I'm a bigger one because about two weeks ago I did the same thing and I had to pay a locksmith 65 bucks to break back in. What a dork

I've done that a couple of times...the first time,
the only window that was open was my second story bedroom window. I had to get my picnic table, set it on it's end,
and park my car next to it to keep it in place. I climbed
the table, and had to pull myself up to the window ledge, which was very narrow...i thought i was gonna die!

Out of the car, yes. But never out of the house.