When I got to my front door and turned the handle I realized the door had been locked. There was no way for me to get in. There were no windows that I could pry open, I couldn't try the back door because our dog would make so much noise it would surely give me away.
I sat on my front porch going over all my options. At first everything I thought of ended with me busted and grounded. I may have cried out there in the cold wee hours of the morning. I cry when I get frustrated and am unable to think my way out of a problem.
Then it hit me. I would wait till 5 am or so, and go for a little walk. Then I would head home around 540 or so and pretend that I'd gone out for an early morning stroll and then been locked out. Sure that could work. I went out for morning walks sometimes, nothing weird there.
|obviously this was not my front door, but this picture seemed appropriate as I felt like this|
My plan worked the light turned on and I saw my brothers face go from frightened to puzzled and annoyed. He carefully opened the front door to me. Mumbling something about my being
It was a close call. I never did it again. Thanks little brother, I love you for more than not being a snitch.
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