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.

10 comments:

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

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  2. Is it okay to laugh at this story?

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

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

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

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