It Takes A Thief

I am now in charge of taking out the trash every week and setting it beside the road. I woke up last Wednesday morning made my way to the kitchen where I saw a note on the dry erase board for someone to remember his trash duty. As I read this message I locked the sliding glass door in the kitchen because my roommate had just exited and there is no key, it must be locked from the inside. So I went to the back door to retrieve the trash bins and take them down to the road. As soon as the door slammed shut behind me I realized that in my haste to get the trash to the road I had failed to bring keys with me, and the door that just slammed home behind me was in fact locked, along with all the other doors to the house, and that I was also the only person at the house at the time. Panic set in rather quickly, thinking about spending my whole day perched on the front porch in shorts and shoes without socks, drinking the rain water from the spout. Maybe warming myself on the grill, I could light that if I needed heat. No food though, what a travesty! I decided to break in. I walked back up from the street where I had just placed the glass, it was recycling day. And proceeded to yank out a screen for a kitchen window, slid the window open, and one deft maneuver jumped like a pole vaulter into my kitchen and danced what I now call the "kitchen breaking and entering dance." I then went to school:(