hyzer
Veteran Member
Our first home was burglarized while we were out of town. We found out later the burglar tried to get in by the only window my wife left unlocked, a small kitchen window. It was too small for him to get through so he got his toddler to go in and unlock the back door.
Growing up in suburban Maryland, our neighbors were Mel and Regina, 30ish, and they competed in full on ballroom dancing competitions. Mel was from Australia. Our homes were one story in front, but two stories in back as the grade dropped off from front to back. One Saturday evening, early, there was a knock at our door. My Dad answered and found Mel wearing a fancy tux and holding a 20' aluminum extension ladder. "Can I borrow one of your sons mate?" Then pointing at his skintight tux pants, he added "no roo" (no pockets) "I've locked me keys in the house and we'll be late for the show." One the back second story windows was unlocked . . . .