why are security system boys so cute, you ask?

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I got locked out of the house I am housesitting this morning, when I went outside to feed the cat, y'understand. As luck would have was talking on the phone at the time so I could call the security people.

They sent along a young guy who blushed and stammered, he was just fresh out of lock-jemmying school, his hands were shaking and he got a fright each time his walkie talkie made any noise.

I told him he was my hero. I wanted to give him a biscuit or something, but I was late for work.

― rainy, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

new Locked Out answers. Please specify whether you were clothed or unclothed a the time of your plight.

― rainy, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

haha i keep spare keys to my flat at the houses of SIX of my friends and neighbours now!! i lock myself out at least once a year

in the summer if there's someone else in the building i get them to let me in, and go and sunbathe on the roof, until my sistah gets back from work

― mark s, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

she uses the word jemmy => she is my hero

― Graham, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

i know how to break into my house...yours too probably

― , Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

they didn't send anyone cute to me the time i locked my keys in the car. moral of the story: people who work for Automobile Association are free therefore ugly.

― di, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

once on a fine saturday afternoon, i was leaving my girlfriends apartment (who was at work) for a stroll in the sunshine. as i went about locking the door, the key either got stuck in the lock or snapped off, i can't remember. the odd thing was that the door didn't look like it was even closed all the way, so i pushed on it a little bit and it started to give. naturally, like the lummox i am, i rammed into it ala remo williams (or some other such tough guy), nearly taking it off it's hinges, cracking the lock mechanism, and to boot, the damn thing was still sealed up tighter than a tomb. so, i trudged off to the bakery where my girl was so I could call for a locksmith. one locksmith visit, one door, and a wad of cash later, i was allowed back inside to watch tv.

moral of the story: BILLY DON'T BE A HERO.

― jess, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

everything's peaches and cream

― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

moral of the story...?

― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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