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Ever locked out from your room or house?
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ncsuDuncan
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I once broke into my house using a Pokemon card. (I was in middle school at the time.)
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My younger brother has the best/worst story:
Raleigh Beerfest had just ended.
My brother got separated from the group earlier during Beerfest and didn't catch the cab we took home. His cell phone battery was dead.
Not a problem, his car was parked a few blocks away. He was far too drunk to drive (and as stupid as he is, he isn't that stupid), but he figured he could use the car to charge his phone and call for a ride home.
Falls asleep in the driver's seat. Wakes up, pukes on the floorboard behind the passenger seat, and then goes back to sleep.
My brother wakes up again and checks his phone. Still dead. Remembers that he has to turn the car key one click to power the phone charger (which doesn't start the car). Can't find his keys. Assumes he must have dropped them outside the car when he first unlocked the door.
Gets out of the car and instinctively locks the door on his way out. Looking back in the window a minute later he sees the keys on the passenger seat inside the locked car.
He's in downtown Raleigh, drunk as hell with no cell phone and no cash in his wallet. Wanders around for a while and ends up convincing a homeless person to lead him to a cab company. (The vagrant then demands cash, which my brother didn't have.) Cab company won't let him use their phone (and he couldn't remember anyone's number anyways), but they do let him take a cab home, stopping at an ATM on the way so that he can pay.
The next day we had a tow company come unlock his car. It was a sunny day. The puke smelled awful.
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My younger brother has the best/worst story:
Raleigh Beerfest had just ended.
My brother got separated from the group earlier during Beerfest and didn't catch the cab we took home. His cell phone battery was dead.
Not a problem, his car was parked a few blocks away. He was far too drunk to drive (and as stupid as he is, he isn't that stupid), but he figured he could use the car to charge his phone and call for a ride home.
Falls asleep in the driver's seat. Wakes up, pukes on the floorboard behind the passenger seat, and then goes back to sleep.
My brother wakes up again and checks his phone. Still dead. Remembers that he has to turn the car key one click to power the phone charger (which doesn't start the car). Can't find his keys. Assumes he must have dropped them outside the car when he first unlocked the door.
Gets out of the car and instinctively locks the door on his way out. Looking back in the window a minute later he sees the keys on the passenger seat inside the locked car.
He's in downtown Raleigh, drunk as hell with no cell phone and no cash in his wallet. Wanders around for a while and ends up convincing a homeless person to lead him to a cab company. (The vagrant then demands cash, which my brother didn't have.) Cab company won't let him use their phone (and he couldn't remember anyone's number anyways), but they do let him take a cab home, stopping at an ATM on the way so that he can pay.
The next day we had a tow company come unlock his car. It was a sunny day. The puke smelled awful.
It's pretty easy, and a nifty skill to learn. If you know the correct technique, it's just a case of trial and error until most locks open. (padlocks/door locks)
Just grab the cheapest lockpick set off dealextreme, and a padlock, and get practicing. It's actually a lot of fun, and almost like a puzzle exercise.
I made my own torque wrench and set of picks, and always have them in a small compartment in my backpack, which I take almost everywhere.
I managed to successfully pick the lock to my dorm room when I lost my keys and wallet last year. Felt pretty awesome.
I had the police called on me when I was locked out of my house once at 2 am.
I had just come home from a concert with some buddies and been dropped off at my place. We only had one house key, so of course my mother kept it and assured me before I left the doors would be unlocked.
I come home, front door is locked, back door is locked, garage door is locked, fuck. I begin pounding on the front room window where our computer is, and where I can obviously see my sister on the computer facebooking. After a minute of knocking and no response, I went to the back windows, where we had another computer with my second sister on it. This time, I knock on the window, my sister gasps and runs off somewhere in the house. Fuck x2!
Slightly peeved because it is late as hell and cold outside, I decide to grab a ladder and start checking the windows. I climb up the left side of the house above the garage and knock on my sisters window who ran away from me earlier, hoping to God she will open the blinds and find me. Of course, no response. I begin to make my way to my bedroom window on the other side of the house when, due to shit shoes with no grip, I slip off of the roof and land 11 feet below on the ground.
Winded, I go back and grab the ladder and bring it around the house to my window. As I pass by the master bedroom where my mother resides, I hear my sisters and mom exclaim "Oh my god, he's got a ladder!" So I shouted out "Its just me! Open the door please!!" and they scream. God fucking dammit!
So I set up the ladder under my window and begin to climb, when all of a sudden blue and red lights begin to flash and fill my vision. I hear a car pull up and a man yell "STOP RIGHT THERE MOTHER FUCKER!" I'm literally about to shit my pants now, on top of my roof. Turn around, and see this cop with his tazer gun pointed right at me. I'm thinking oh shit, if this guy tazes me, I'm falling off the roof again :[ So I tell the cop "This is my house! I live here I swear to you I've just been locked out!"
Seeing the cop outside, my mom runs out, looks up, and recognizes me. "Ben! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Mom what the fuck I told you I was coming home and you guys call the police on me?!"
The real kicker of the story? The sister that ran from the computer went to tell my mother a man was trying to break in, knocking on the windows and trying to fuck with her. What had really happened? While i was out she broke into my stash of weed hidden in my bedroom and smoked a few bowls. -___-
I had just come home from a concert with some buddies and been dropped off at my place. We only had one house key, so of course my mother kept it and assured me before I left the doors would be unlocked.
I come home, front door is locked, back door is locked, garage door is locked, fuck. I begin pounding on the front room window where our computer is, and where I can obviously see my sister on the computer facebooking. After a minute of knocking and no response, I went to the back windows, where we had another computer with my second sister on it. This time, I knock on the window, my sister gasps and runs off somewhere in the house. Fuck x2!
Slightly peeved because it is late as hell and cold outside, I decide to grab a ladder and start checking the windows. I climb up the left side of the house above the garage and knock on my sisters window who ran away from me earlier, hoping to God she will open the blinds and find me. Of course, no response. I begin to make my way to my bedroom window on the other side of the house when, due to shit shoes with no grip, I slip off of the roof and land 11 feet below on the ground.
Winded, I go back and grab the ladder and bring it around the house to my window. As I pass by the master bedroom where my mother resides, I hear my sisters and mom exclaim "Oh my god, he's got a ladder!" So I shouted out "Its just me! Open the door please!!" and they scream. God fucking dammit!
So I set up the ladder under my window and begin to climb, when all of a sudden blue and red lights begin to flash and fill my vision. I hear a car pull up and a man yell "STOP RIGHT THERE MOTHER FUCKER!" I'm literally about to shit my pants now, on top of my roof. Turn around, and see this cop with his tazer gun pointed right at me. I'm thinking oh shit, if this guy tazes me, I'm falling off the roof again :[ So I tell the cop "This is my house! I live here I swear to you I've just been locked out!"
Seeing the cop outside, my mom runs out, looks up, and recognizes me. "Ben! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Mom what the fuck I told you I was coming home and you guys call the police on me?!"
The real kicker of the story? The sister that ran from the computer went to tell my mother a man was trying to break in, knocking on the windows and trying to fuck with her. What had really happened? While i was out she broke into my stash of weed hidden in my bedroom and smoked a few bowls. -___-
GungHo
Single-handedly caused Exxon-Mobil to sue FOX, start World War 3
The morning after dropping my wife off at the airport to go back to her homeland for a month, I locked myself out of the house. I'd woken up early so I could put the trash on the curb. It was pretty damn cold that morning, and I was faced with either freezing my balls off or going and bothering my neighbors at 5 a.m. So, I thought maybe I could pick the lock, but I was confounded and got so pissed off that I hit the door, and it flew open. The dog and cats looked at me like I was a big spaz.
I then had one month to fix the now damaged door frame. I fixed it it up... painted it... made it look as new... she didn't need to know. Then the wife got home three weeks after I got it fixed and said, within an hour after getting off an international flight, "what the hell is this?" Apparently the black cat put a few hairs in the paint while it was drying and I got busted. Little snitch.
I then had one month to fix the now damaged door frame. I fixed it it up... painted it... made it look as new... she didn't need to know. Then the wife got home three weeks after I got it fixed and said, within an hour after getting off an international flight, "what the hell is this?" Apparently the black cat put a few hairs in the paint while it was drying and I got busted. Little snitch.
RPG_Fanatic
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A number of years back, My mom, sister, my sister's friend and myself were heading out the house. We usually leave through the garage door, so there is the house to garage door and garage to outside door. At the time the outside door had a push and turn the knob lock, so you could lock the door while it was ajar and than close it behind and not need to use the key.
I was the last one out of the house. My mom left the keys in the lock of the inside, but didn't say anything. I closed the door behind me without looking back, and lock the outside door. This meant the keys were in the garage with no way to open the door.
Had to climb into the open bathroom window to get inside the house and retrieve the key.
I was the last one out of the house. My mom left the keys in the lock of the inside, but didn't say anything. I closed the door behind me without looking back, and lock the outside door. This meant the keys were in the garage with no way to open the door.
Had to climb into the open bathroom window to get inside the house and retrieve the key.
No, I have never locked myself out (knock on wood). I really couldn't do it either since I have to lock the door either from the inside or outside, it does not lock by itself. Although my sister locked herself out of the car 
Thankfully this really odd looking thief felt bad for us and used a wire to open the door.
Thankfully this really odd looking thief felt bad for us and used a wire to open the door.I lost my keys at a party and didn't realize until I got home. My phone was dead, my mother was gone for a week and the only other person who had a double of the key was my brother, and he was gone too.
I remembered there was a vent outside of my house that lead to my basement, it was wide enough so that I could go through and get into my basement, but then the door to said basement was locked and I was no stuck into an old basement with no phone and no way to get back out anymore... I was drunk and started panicking until I saw a very narrow hole in a hole in a wall which lead to the stairs, it still took my about an hour to get through because it was really really narrow.
When I finally managed to get inside my house, I was covered in bruises, scratches and dust (I was drunk so I didn't feel anything while going through the hole) but I was so happy I got in, I didn't care.
I remembered there was a vent outside of my house that lead to my basement, it was wide enough so that I could go through and get into my basement, but then the door to said basement was locked and I was no stuck into an old basement with no phone and no way to get back out anymore... I was drunk and started panicking until I saw a very narrow hole in a hole in a wall which lead to the stairs, it still took my about an hour to get through because it was really really narrow.
When I finally managed to get inside my house, I was covered in bruises, scratches and dust (I was drunk so I didn't feel anything while going through the hole) but I was so happy I got in, I didn't care.
Mister Pink
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Me and my friends managed to lock ourselves into our own flat once and where unable to get out for a long time
Nope, i keep a spare in my car and outside of the house, carefully hidden (none of that fake rock bullshit or under the mat) i actually have it hidden under my riding lawn mower (taped obviously)
no getting locked out here.. although i could get locked out of my shed i suppose since i use a lock on it.. but i could always break the lock off if i needed to.
no getting locked out here.. although i could get locked out of my shed i suppose since i use a lock on it.. but i could always break the lock off if i needed to.
Me and my brother locked ourselves out of the house once. The window was open but a screen was in the way so we used a thin stick to unlock the screen and then called my cat. She came to the window, we dangled the stick above her, she attacked it and popped the screen out. Crawled in through the window.
Good kitty.
Good kitty.
I was relatively "infamous" in highschool for locking my keys in my car. It would happen once a month or so, and for some reason I was too stubborn to buy one of those "under car" key hiders. Once I got a new car, I started to ONLY lock my car using the key fab, so I haven't locked my keys in the car for years!
sixteen-bit
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Not for as long as I can remember.
http://www.lockpickshop.com/AUTO-WEDGE-KIT.html
That's what I think he used, or something else that inflates in your door. So yeah you can buy them but I'm not sure what good it would do unless you were locked out in your own driveway, since it's not like you can carry those around with you on your person all the time.
Boss Doggie
all my loli wolf companions are so moe
Ahh wow, that does look like something that can't be put in a pocket.
CitizenCope
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Funny locked out of house story. My sister in law was locked out of her house. She made some calls to family members that were nowhere in the vicinity to get her in any time soon so she decided to try a window in the front of the house. SO she struggles to get her 200+ lb body through the front window only to realize shes only on the screen porch that was unlocked and now staring at the door she was originally locked out of in the first place.
I H8 Memes
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I was locked in my house about a year ago. Kind of embarrassing to have call maintenance to let you out of your own house, but it was either call them or break the door or jump out of a second story window.
Edit: It isnt clear in my post. I did not lock myself inside of the house. The lock was broken, and my tools were outside. So I had to call maintenance to come take the door knob off.
Edit: It isnt clear in my post. I did not lock myself inside of the house. The lock was broken, and my tools were outside. So I had to call maintenance to come take the door knob off.
PhantomOfTheKnight
Member
This happened to me just last night.
It was around 3:30 A.M. I left the room to go to the bathroom and accidentally locked myself out of the room becuase I forgot to take my key. After finishing my business I knocked on the door 3 times waiting a good 2 minutes inbetween each knock but he never woke up. I didn't want to wake anyone else in the dorm, so I went back into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and read a volume of manga I had stored underneath the bathroom sink. He didn't wake up and open the door till around 7:00 A.M.
It was around 3:30 A.M. I left the room to go to the bathroom and accidentally locked myself out of the room becuase I forgot to take my key. After finishing my business I knocked on the door 3 times waiting a good 2 minutes inbetween each knock but he never woke up. I didn't want to wake anyone else in the dorm, so I went back into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and read a volume of manga I had stored underneath the bathroom sink. He didn't wake up and open the door till around 7:00 A.M.
That IS funny
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