Well tbh the last time I got locked out was 1999 and I didn’t have a cellphone yet. I climbed over a railing (which now has spikes added) to access the pool area, went to our window, took off the screen and broke it such that the shards landed in the not-disposal side of the kitchen sink, boosted our toddler carefully into the other side, she climbed down and went to open our door while I carried the baby around to the hallway. My husband was home and okay but he’s a quad and couldn’t open the door. I suppose he could have called 411 to have them connect him with a locksmith…? We live in SoCal so just putting the screen back on (and cleaning up the shards of course!) was enough until we could get the glass replaced. And our toddler got to be the Houdini Heroine!
I can easily break into my apartment through the kitchen window, the only one that wouldn’t require a ladder, but then I’d have to replace the glass. We could get back into the building by waiting around for a neighbor, who would probably recognize us or at least not find the old couple with the wheelchair threatening. But we’d be late for wherever we were going, which is usually a medical appointment. When I go out alone I usually don’t lock the unit door because it’s more dangerous for my husband if I crash or something and nobody can get in to help him than the chances of someone breaking in with evil intent.
This is why my spouse and I both always take our keys when we leave the apartment.
In case someone else missed it, “give up” refers to the war in Ukraine, and how after Trump pulls out, Putin would invade Poland next.
Meanwhile he’s got a longer rap sheet than any of them
It works pretty well. You’re applying opposite sideways forces to the zipper itself rather than pulling on the plastic film of the bag.
Edit: if you want to be sure you don’t blow out the corner of the bag, pinch it with your other hand before sliding your thumb towards it
I was old enough to be disappointed watching it on our neighbors’ TV, because it was so far behind the science fiction stories I’d been reading when I ran out of library books and moved on to my big brother’s.
90s, or timeless?
Funny if they were her panties all along. Turned the embarrassment from “Guess who dropped her panties in the lobby” to " Guess who was playing with panties in the lobby."
Also, if you don’t have it in you or enough time in your day to do the right kind of cleaning, it’s better to do a half-assed clean today than none at all.
Has he still not realized it’s going to swamp Mar-a-Lago?
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