Well, I had a huge facepalm moment this past weekend.
Our front door is a little stubborn. When you lock it, you need to pull the door towards you to line everything up. No biggie – a little annoying, but not the end of the world.
The thing is, it’s not consistent! Sometimes you need to, sometimes you don’t.
On Sunday afternoon, Sweet Pea and I were headed to the supermarket (which really goes against my no-grocery-shopping-on-weekends rule, but I needed some supplies for a project). Because she loves darting away and sitting on our neighbours porch, I decided to carry her outside to ensure a smooth exit. Lock the door, toddler in car seat, drive away. Done.
Except my front door had a different plan. Holding Sweet Pea in my left arm, I locked the door with the other… Almost. As soon as I turned the key, it twisted in half like it was made out of silly putty.
I stood there dumbfounded. I really didn’t know how this key so softly and gently broke in half, with barely any force on my part.
Quick, Heather! Problem solving time!
Spare key? Nope. Where’s the other key? In another country in my husband’s pocket!
I fished the key remnant out of the lock, and went back inside. Thank goodness I broke the key before it was locked! We have a door to the garage, so I just locked up the front door and used the garage to get in and out of the house.
I remember about 3 years ago, we were renting a house and I locked myself out because – well, not having a deadbolt for your front entrance is like the worst idea ever. (Don’t ever lock your house from the inside!) I made a quick stop home to grab something and ended up leaving my keys inside the house, and also locked my phone and purse in the car to boot.
Eventually, I got a hold of my landlord and he hooked me up with a spare set of keys.
You think I would have learned from this.
After moving in, we were supposed to pick up our garage keys from them. Of course we never did – never saw the need as we were going to be installing a garage door opener soon enough.
Not only that, but I had to go back to the office because the first set of keys they gave me were the wrong ones. And as I was trying to disconfirm that I was just incompetent at using keys, my neighbour pulled up and we had an awesome hour-long conversation. That wouldn’t have happened if the customer care rep gave me the right keys to begin with.
My favourite quote ever is “the universe is rigged in your favour” so I just love moments like this where you see how everything just comes together. Such a warm, fuzzy feeling!
But the lesson learned?
Get spare keys. And then spares of spares. I’ll be droppin’ some bills with the key man today. And then scattering them all over the city.
Have you ever been in a sticky situation that just ended up working out for you? What happened? I’d love to know in the comments!