I double checked my pockets just before walking out the door. Everything I needed seemed to be there:
- Cell phone – Check!
- Wallet – Check!
- Headphones – Check!
With the above things on my person, I grabbed my coffee cup and headed out the door. Stopping along the way to pet the dog, “Good morning, Gus”. At the car, I placed my coffee cup on the car roof so I could grab my keys. I patted my pockets. Where are they? It slowly dawned on me, I didn’t grab my keys.
“How can a grown man lock himself out of the house?”
After a quick text to work telling them that I had locked myself out of the house, I began to explore my options. I tried one window; I tried another window. No luck. I evaluated my options again, my tired brain screamed for more caffeine. How can a grown man lock himself out of the house? Let’s recap:
- Tab and Wyatt were gone.
- My inlaws weren’t picking up their phone.
- The spare key was inside the house.
Meanwhile, Gus excitedly was wagging his tail, ready to go inside. I managed to get the screen off one of the windows and awkwardly climb into the house. (Would have loved to see what I looked like from the outside.) I quickly located the keys, put everything back into place (I had grabbed a ladder to get into the window, a screw driver, etc.), and got in the car.
On my way to work, my mother-in-law returned my phone call. I told her everything.
JohnnyBGamer 
I can see someone driving by and calling the cops: “Yes, there is a man breaking into a house and climbing through the window. Send help immediately!”
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What’s funny is that I kept thinking, “Surely someone is going to call about a guy trying to get into a back window of a house.” Thankfully, didn’t happen.
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