Every night before bed I lock all the doors. I LOCK all the doors. If it has a lock I turn it. Maybe it's because I am from Pittsburgh and I don't trust people. Even in Idaho Falls. I am pretty sure Ken would sleep with everything open and unlocked and would feel safe. Whatever. I, on the other hand, lock up.
Our front door has one of those chain locks (from old 80's movies) in addition to a regular lock. ( I don't know are they called dead bolts?) Anyway, Ken is always heckling me that I don't need to do such a thorough job and that chain doesn't do a "darn" thing. I do it anyway. Every morning Ken undoes the chain before he leaves (which is before I do) so he can get in at lunch time.
Do you see where this story is going?
One day last week we both left at the same time. I was wanting to get an early start on my day so we left simultaneously with a good bye kiss. The chain remained in lock position.
I get a call about 12:45:
K: "YOU DIDN'T UN-DO THAT STUPID CHAIN AND NOW I AM LOCKED OUT!"
P: Can't talk because she is laughing too hard.
K: "QUIT IT! What am I supposed to do! I'm hungry! I need lunch! Rusty's in there!"
P: (Through laughter) "You normally un-do the chain it's not my fault you can't get in."
K: "Oh yes it is! You lock it every night so no one comes in, not even your own husband! And this morning you distracted me because you left at the same time I did. I wasn't focused."
P: (Still laughing) "Do you want me to drive home or something?"
K: "Quit being stupid." Ranting and Raving
P: "Hey! I know! I'll push the garage door clicker and maybe it'll open!"
He hung up. He was mad. I thought it was so funny! The garage door opener. Ha! From Rigby! I am more like my mom every day.