The last post and a comment by Pallavi reminded me of this incident:
"Dad, I swear. I can open this door." He looks at me in disbelief. We are in the garage and I am trying to prove to my father I can do this. There is a yellow-painted door in the garage that leads to the 'mud-room' which in turn leads to the family room. I take a plastic card out of my bag, an id-card, and shove it into the space between the door frame and the door, near the handle. I wiggle the card up and down, back and forth. Nothing happens. My father smiles. I wiggle it some more and I hear a click. I turn the handle. He stops smiling. "See?" I say.
(I had locked myself out of the house so much as a kid that I learned to open the door without the key. This was a shock to my father when he found out. I would like to say that he promptly invested in an alarm system or a chain lock after finding out the ease with which I used my break-in skills to break-in, and which could easily be repeated by someone else, but I can't remember what he did.
Absent-mindedness has it's uses.)
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