Well that suckedFollow

A window probably would have been cheaper.

I had to break a window one morning after taking out the trash or some such. Pretty embarrassing, and oh, god, so LOUD.

Fortunately you managed to dress yourself without incident this morning. I for one can vouch for the awkwardness of a chance encounter with the folks next door upon being witnessed hurling one's self against your own door in the buff. I suppose your neighbors could be the polite type, though, who don't immediately come running when they hear that familiar slapping as you again arrive home after a sloppy one night affair with another tavern patron and realize you've not only forgotten your keys on the nightstand, but that they're still in the pocket of your jeans.

At least I still have my dignity.

Syphilis.

You have become better at lockpicking (1)!

We still have plastic over our window from that..been there for months, too.

You should probably buy a better door this time, one that is not so easy to break in. While you're at the hardware store you might want to consider having an extra key made.

It was a pretty good door, my husbands shoulder isn't feeling so hot today. He had to run at it about 20 times to pop the flashplate off and warp the door, hehe.

We have 8 keys for it. One on each of our keyrings, one in his wallet in case he leaves the keys inside but has his wallet, one in my purse for the same idea, one in the glove box of the car which was locked, one that my sister has...but she lives an hour and a half away, one a local friend has...but they weren't home, and a spare.

We just didn't have one hidden outside...note to self.

Nexa

When my wife and I first started living together we both smoked. The first winter in our new, non-smoking, flat we were out at 2 AM, having both been awake for some reason and a little more energetic that normal people have a right to be at that hour. We stepped outside for a quick smoke in the crisp morning air that was all of -2F. In keeping with the theme of the thread, neither one of us had remembered to a) bring our keys or b) ask the other to do the same. Fortunately for us, her childhood home was a block and a half away, with her mother sleeping soundly, and there was a spare key for our flat. Doubly fortunate, my wife knew where the spare was for her mom's.

Now, if you have never had the opportunity to sneak in to someone's house unexpected at 2:00 AM, let me give you a word of advice:

Expect 9-1-1 to be dialed by anyone in the house and expect the police to be less than understanding for at least the first several minutes of their visit.

Ultimately they believed the homeowner and the fiance of the rather large man with long hair and a full beard that he was not, in fact, attempting to rob and murder, we got our spare key, and I now know exactly where the spare key for my house is hidden in case of a similar situation ever popping up again.