firefighting and breaking and entering
Dec. 18th, 2011 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I locked myself out of the house. The emergency key was not in its secret hiding place (although the duct tape that held it in place is still there). Neighbors away. Arthur away. I went to the police department, seeking a recommendation of a reliable locksmith. They gave me one, but said that I should try having the fire department break in first, and called the non-emergency number. Fire fighters arrived. After some pondering, I thought I remembered one upstairs window that might be unlocked, because it's behind a comfy chair and the lock is hard to reach. Fire fighters have tall ladders. Window was in fact unlocked. Firefighters also have screw drivers and putty knives. After some futzing, the one up on the ladder got the window open, went diving head-first through onto the armchair, and went downstairs to let me in. I had warned him that the house is a mess (understatement), but they were non-judgmental about it. My tax dollars at play.
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Date: 2011-12-19 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-19 03:37 am (UTC)