Similarly, around the outside perimeter
of the house, I suspect there is going to
be a water hose running from the house
to send water to the sprinklers. There
should be a shut off valve just above
the hose.
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I'm putting my sneakers on so I can look. I have slippers on at the moment, JUST LIKE I DID 6 WEEKS AGO TONIGHT WHEN I LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF THE HOUSE.
18 hours until the locksmith got here. I feel like a libtardo, but I swear it was not my fault. My brother made dowels (I call them sticks) that go into the tracks of the windows and glass-sliding door. For extra security, I put a wooden dowel into the glass-sliding door track, but I always take it out in the morning. That morning, I just lifted it up and put it into the end of the track. When I went out to get my mail, which I had put on the patio table, I sat down to read one of the pieces of mail. I looked back at the glass-sliding door, and realized I had left it open. So I got up and slammed the door.
And what do you think happened when I slammed that door? Yep, that dowel thing fell down and went into the track. I couldn't open the door.
This is a really long story, so I'll cut to the chase.
Angelo and Frank (who I did not know, but whose door I knocked on) tried everything to get into this house. They tried to SAW a window out, taped another window and smashed it with a rock (no good), called the fire dept (they wouldn't come), 911 (I wasn't having a medical emergency) and finally our security.
Security took me to their building and let me stay there from about 6:30 until 2:30 when THE BABE SHOWED UP (shift manager?) and she told me I could not stay there. So I spent the following 8 hours in the cold and wind with shorts, a tee shirt and slippers on.
Let me get my sneakers.
Thanks, zimblerzero.
When I grow up, I want to be all of you guys.
No shit and I'm not kidding.
Don't go anywhere or I will have to CALL YOU ON THE TELEPHONE -hahaha!!
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
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