Well, I'm sure that many of you reading have locked yourselves out of something at some point or another, but did you ever have to break back in....Mission Impossible style?
Above: Maybe you see a ladder on a table, but that sure looks like the manifestation of an elaborate breaking-and-entering scheme to me.
So we went to watch a softball game this morning. As we left, Mom said we had locked ourselves out of the house. Yet we had the key...? Of course, 2 hours, half a Mars bar, and a softball game later, this didn't seem like much of a problem. There are like 3 or 4 doors to our house, one of them must be open, right? Back door? Locked and double deadbolted. Side doors? Two layers of unbridled lockedness. Front door? There was a key in the other side. Of course.
There we were, like many before, locked out of our own house. Yet, here in our new place, we had something not many do. We had a balcony. Multiple balconies, even. So what's a tired, Sly-Cooper-playing, heist-movie-watching family to do but conquer the balcony with lawn furniture. Long story short, I climbed up, ripped some screen door, broke into my parents room, walked downstairs, and removed the key from the door.
And that, my friends, is the true story of Will's first felony.
-Will
"I suddenly remembered my Charlemagne. Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky."
