I got a taste of what it’s like to be locked in. The night before, my wife drove home and left the door key inside the car since the front door was already open for pai tnee kong worship. The next morning, when she left for an event at the temple, she accidentally took the spare front door key as well. When it was my turn to leave, I couldn’t find the key anywhere. That’s when it hit me—I was stuck, locked in! Too late for her to turn back, and I had no way out. In desperation, I searched the house high and low until, finally, I found another set of spare keys. Now, I really need to make sure they’re easier to find next time.
As for being locked out, well, that didn’t happen to me—but to my neighbour yesterday. His family had left for Kuala Lumpur, leaving his brother-in-law behind to house-sit for the weekend. Barely half an hour later, they realised they’d forgotten something and swung back home. Meanwhile, the brother-in-law had wandered into the side garden to do some tidying up. Without realising he wasn’t inside, they locked the front door and took off again. So that fella was well and truly locked out. But lucky for him, he spotted my wife and got her to call the family. So, back they came—again—to let him in.
Funny how these little accidents can turn into amusing stories. At least, after the fact!
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