Homeless for Half an Hour

Today was pretty hilarious ‘coz I got locked out of my house and went through crazy crazy crazy means to try to get in (like some robber haha).

I walked home from school and found that the whole house had been locked up because my maid was out!!! My house has a garage gate, and after the garage there’s the house gate, and after that there’s the sliding glass door with a lock. Thankfully the garage gate hadn’t been locked, so I got through that fine. I brought my key to the house gate, so I opened that fine too. But unfortunately I don’t bring the sliding glass door keys with me (coz the sliding glass door isn’t usually closed when I get home). So after opening the house gate, I took a deep, hopeful breath and pulled at the glass door, fervently hoping it wouldn’t be locked…

Of course it was locked! D:

So I found myself locked out of my own house, with the whole house left with NOBODY (pretty ironic since my family is so big that there should be at least one person there, but then everyone’s overseas).

I dumped my school bag on the floor and walked out the garage gate. Then I had to walk around about 3 houses in my neighbourhood to get to the back of my house. The backyard of my house used to be bounded by that kind of green barbed-wire fence, but we changed it to a wall with… prison bars (what do you call those?) on top of the wall. The vertical bars are close to each other and they’ve got these spikes on the top of each bar. I stood there for a moment deciding whether to really do it, and I decided that there’s nothing else to do anyway, so I jumped and climbed over. Yes the spikes hurt, and my shorts/skirt got caught by the spikes of course, leaving me momentarily stuck. But eventually I got over fine and found myself in my backyard .

But, after the backyard comes the cooking area. And after the cooking area comes… the back door. Which (you can guess) was LOCKED. The cooking area has lotsa cooking tools and stuff, so I took this scissors and stuck it through the keyhole (which is humungous), and managed to poke the key out of the lock, so it fell out of the door onto the floor, on the other side of the door.

I tried poking random things into the keyhole to “unlock” the door but obviously nothing worked. A key is a key is a key. So I resolved to try and get the key under the door over to my side. I tried sticking long thin things under the narrow gap of the door, but all were either too thick to stick under the door, or too short to even reach the key, which had fallen pretty far.

At this point I was desperate. The sun was really really really hot and I was sweating like crazy, and I was so not gonna climb back over the back-wall-spikey-thing and go back to the front of my house!!!

Then I noticed the thing which you sweep leaves up with, at the backyard. It’s made up of these long thin sticks tied up together. I extracted one of the sticks and stuck it under the door. By bending it into a curve, I somehow managed to loop the key and sweep it towards the door. It hit the door with a sound, but didn’t slide under coz the stick’s really weak.

Then I bent the stick even more so that when I stuck it under the door, it formed a semi-circle around the key and the other end of the stick came back under the door, so that both ends were now in my hands. Since the both ends of the stick were in my hands, and the curved part was surrounding the key, all I had to do was to pull both ends to get the key over!

Excitedly, I pulled with all my might. But, as I’ve mentioned earlier, the keyhole was really big, thus the KEY itself was super duper big too. So it couldn’t even fit under the door T_T

By this time it had been like half an hour and I was feeling really crappy. I turned to the guinea pig who lives in the backyard and said “PIGLET PLEASE HELP ME NOW” haha okay I was kinda crazy.

Then my maid suddenly decided to arrive home. She was obviously confused as to why my school bag was in the garage, and why I was stuck in the backyard.

I was thinking, if I was stuck in this place for like a week, I could probably survive. There’s food to cook, and cooking equipment to cook the food with (and don’t say I suck at cooking, coz if I’m desperate I’ll eat anything!). There’s a TOILET and a shower A guinea pig for a companion, and clothes being dried in the sun, so I get a change of clothes.

And I was also thinking, doesn’t that mean any robber can just climb over the spikey fence and break into my house!?

Anyway, I should have just stayed put in the garage and waited for my maid to come back. But I guess climbing over the back wall was pretty fun, and laughing at myself for coming up with such retarded solutions. BUT I’d like to say, if the key had been a little thinner, or the gap under the door had been a little bigger, I would definitely have been able to get into my house =)

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