I just spent 3 hours stuck outside on my balcony. The lock on the door is a little messed up and locks up every now and then.
So I made sure the door wasn't locked, turned it both ways, unlocked, check. Leave door ajar, check. Proceed to have a little smoke. Now I wasn't wearing a lot, bare footed, light clothing on and it's kinda cold and windy in south FL right now. On comes a strong wind and the door shuts. A feeling of "OH SHIT" comes over me. Sure enough, the door locks. The balcony is very high and I start freaking out. Should I try and get down? Will the drop fuck my feet up? "Oh shit help! I'm not a teenager anymore!" So, I waited and screamed down to the studio down stairs in the guest house till 2 hours later someone comes out. 1 hour breaking screw drivers till finally the association guy drives by (gated community) and I have my friend from the studio flag him down. Finally got back inside, freezing my ass off and very thirsty.
FML, time for some beer . . .
/rant
So I made sure the door wasn't locked, turned it both ways, unlocked, check. Leave door ajar, check. Proceed to have a little smoke. Now I wasn't wearing a lot, bare footed, light clothing on and it's kinda cold and windy in south FL right now. On comes a strong wind and the door shuts. A feeling of "OH SHIT" comes over me. Sure enough, the door locks. The balcony is very high and I start freaking out. Should I try and get down? Will the drop fuck my feet up? "Oh shit help! I'm not a teenager anymore!" So, I waited and screamed down to the studio down stairs in the guest house till 2 hours later someone comes out. 1 hour breaking screw drivers till finally the association guy drives by (gated community) and I have my friend from the studio flag him down. Finally got back inside, freezing my ass off and very thirsty.
FML, time for some beer . . .
/rant