But, all this pales in comparison to what happened Friday evening. Keegan and I went out to dinner with John and Glenda, and we got home, sleepy and ready for bed, around 10:30. We keyed our code into the apartment door and then opened it....only to find that the security lock was on, and we could not open it all the way. This lock is like the ones you find at hotels, just a metal bar that when flipped over catches on a little metal knob and only allows you to open the door about four inches. The only way to flip the lock back off is to be inside the apartment with the door closed. The only being inside the apartment was the dog, who, although she had managed to engage the lock, was now more focused on scratching the bottom of the slightly opened door. Off we tramped, back down to the car to drive back to John and Glenda's and borrow a screwdriver. Keegan had to unscrew the lock from the door, contorting himself to fit his fingers and the screwdriver through the four-inch gap.
Thanks a lot, Sierra. You are Trouble.