Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Brother Steps on Pee Pee

My sister delights in stories where I live up to my blog title. Today she had a new one to amuse her.

One of my activities is property inspections and reports. The assignment today was 50+ interior photos of an abandoned/foreclosed house for a forthcoming online auction listing. One of the requirements is all doors must be closed. When I went to exit the room, found the latch to be broken. Yepper, locked myself in an empty bedroom, in a vacant house, with  only car keys for tools. In the end, called 911 for help.

A very nice officer showed up. (When did cops start looking like teenagers?) He couldn't open the door either but went to his vehicle and returned with a large screwdriver that slid under the door. I used it on the latch and got the door open. He turned out to be an Animal Control officer. Guess the dispatcher decided if the officer could get a cat out of a tree, he could get an old fool out of a locked room.

Lesson learned is to start carrying the Gerber multi-tool again.


  1. Haha. Glad you had your phone. what would we do without them now?

  2. Is it okay to laugh at this story?

  3. Replies
    1. Convincing the 911 operator I wasn't a nutcase was a challenge.

  4. Belt AND suspenders... :-) Gerbers or Leatherman tools ARE always close at hand.

  5. Glad to hear I'm not the only one who does stuff like that.