My front door key . . . also unlocks the back door!!!
Okay, wait, don't run away! I have a point! Our front door sticks sometimes--since Troy and I were in middle school/high school we would walk home and sometimes have to break in through a window to get inside because our key wouldn't turn enough in the lock. I just came home from work to discover that my key was again being temperamental. I called Troy, and he told me Dad just told him that we can unlock the back door.
I ran to the back door (it's very hot out) and the key worked! Then I groaned. "Troy, it's not gonna work!"
"Why?" My poor brother was baffled.
"The filing cabinet door is out, there is a painting leaning on the door, and the treadmill is in the way!"
"Well . . . figure something out!"
So I did. My hand barely fit through the door so I could inch by inch scoot the filing cabinet closed. I pushed the painting over and the treadmill was juuust far enough away that I slowly squeeze (look for BBC update soon) myself through .
"I DID IT! I DID IT! TROY! IT WORKED!!! Woo-hoo!!!"
And now you all understand why this bit of news is so amazing. IT GOT ME INTO THE AIR CONDITIONING. ^_-