Our door is green and generic. It likes to slam shut and threaten to break our keys. There is a knocker that as of yet no one has actually used and a gap where the weather stripping has ceased to be. For the first few nights we lived here, we were serenaded by screaming banshee style winds. They fixed it but there is still a bit of a gap.
I rarely hear it when people knock on the door which is inconvenient since I am usually upstairs in my room and most of our visitors are mine. “KAY!!!!! DOOR!!!!” Jessica yells up the stairs and I come running.
The best part about our door is the three locks… regular, deadbolt, and sliding bolt. This adds a bit of warm fuzzy safe feelings to my overall “lock up” at night routine. Although one morning the sliding bolt decided to test my “get to work on time” resolve by refusing to unslide.
I pulled on it, nothing. I tried again… nothing. I put down my purse, grabed the thing with both hands and pulled… nothing.
My morning routine is very strict. It takes me 7 minutes to get ready…. 10 if I change my mind about what I am wearing. It takes me 12 minutes to walk to the light rail station. I arrive at the station exactly two minutes before the train pulls in. Any random delay in the process can make me miss my train resulting in a frantic phone call to work explaining why I will be 15 minutes late. I really didn’t want to have to tell my boss that I had somehow managed to lock myself IN my apartment.
I tried again, no luck.
Trying not to panic, I contemplated waking Jessica up. But, I love my roommate and want her to keep loving me so I decided to try reverse psychology on the damn thing first. I pushed it all the way back into locking and then sloooooowly pulled it back… and thank the scientific method, it opened!
I managed to trot on down to the LR station in time to breathlessly catch my train in the nick of time.
But I am always a bit wary of the door now… I have seen that it has the potential for mischievous behavior, and I am on guard.
(post inspired by the Show Me Photo Project over at Thoughts From A Fathe)