My Story About Using a Locksmith

 

They say that moronic things happen to boneheads and maybe that is valid. I have a PHD in Nuclear Psychics, a wonderful wife who deals with a venture store and a three month old infant child who is everything to me. Also the way that we live in a business sector rural neighborhood.

It was my wife's first day back at work after maternity leave and I had chosen to stay at home and deal with our child as it was midyear and as I am a school teacher I was in the midst of a furlough.

Our child was sleeping as I waved farewell to my wife as she turned around her auto from the carport and headed downtown. I grinned and swung to backpedal inside to my dread the entryway was solidly bolted. I ventured into my pocket for my wireless to call my wife just to understand that I was in my robe.

At this point you are beginning to get the grip of the story. Each entryway and window was solidly shut. I was outside in a robe, my 3 month old child was for all intents and purposes home alone and I was in stage 8 alarm mode running here there and all over the place exhausting vitality yet fulfilling nothing.

When I at last discovered a neighbor who was home and let me utilize their telephone I couldn't get a sign on my wife's mobile phone and was going to blast when the neighbor who generous let me utilize their telephone recommended that I call a locksmith.