Oh, it's a red letter day. I locked myself out of the bedroom.
It took a few moments for it to sink in, as I jiggled the handle and then eventually kicked the door. It was locked. What the? The door don't have locks, I thought.
I inspected the other bedroom door, conveniently unlocked. Yup, there was a button on the other side. It would just take a simple push to lock the door.
Then I got a sinking feeling. I did lock myself out of the bedroom. I need that room. My bed is in there.
Andy's clothes are in there. I really don't need to hear the whinging noise Andy makes when something doesn't go his way. Got to get this fixed.
So now I'm waiting for the locksmith. They gave me an estimate of about an hour. Luckily my clothes are in the other bedroom, in the big closet, so I'm no longer wearing pajamas.
Maybe we do have a ghost and it maliciously locks doors.
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If you really wanna live with ghosts, maybe you should buy the castle in Transylvania that inspired Dracula? It's only going for $14million... :)
God I hope I'm wrong. Did the door have one of those little holes in it on the locked-out side?
Because if a bobby pin could get you into the room, it will be painful to discuss this later.
Dude, there was no little hole! I looked. I tried. Andy had to "inspect" the door before he also concluded that there was no way to open it sans locksmith.
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