A theoretical question, if you were lock out on your office balcony with nothing on you but your 1000+ dollar custom knife,
you cannot call for help or jump down, but the door gap is large enough for you to jimmy the lock, what would you do?
A. Wait till tomorrow morning when people come back to work and sleep on the balcony
or
B. Risk damaging the tip of your knife and scratching up the blade of your 1000+ dollar knife to get in
Hello,
I would use the knife to get inside no matter what the knife cost.
I would SCREAM FOR HELP first and if no one came to help me... oh well... I would use the knife.
What is the point of carrying a TOOL on you if you never use it or when you actually NEED IT... you are afraid to 'hurt it'?!
My late husband had many tools. TOOLS for all kinds of things! I had a few tools and my favorite push mower, tractor, chipper, saws-all with a spare TREE pruning blade, etc. He owned more tools than I did but WE TOOK CARE OF THEM and they looked fairly new and not abused even though they were used. We took care of them and they took care of us when we used them. We did not buy tools to never use them or never build a house, a garage and a small barn. We used tools to build things and fix them. We used tools for vehicles, all kinds of equipment, sail and power boats too.
I can tell you that I would not be sleeping on a high story balcony no matter what the weather was waiting for someone to RESCUE ME when I could take care of myself, use my brains, common sense, and a TOOL that would solve the problem (Personal responsibility!) even if I screwed up and got LOCKED OUT to begin with!
Here is my own stupid story:
I accidently locked myself out of my former house around 3AM one morning. FIRST and ONLY time in my life so far too! I was so tired and slap happy at the time too. I was moving stuff around from my house to the breezeway and garage for a family member to pick up. My late husband had gone to bed and company was coming from the east coast the next day. I continued to plug on and FINISH THE JOB for them. I was off 'work' the next day so I kept on working when I should have STOPPED due to my state of body/mind. I was storing some stuff for them in my home. I lived in the country. It was WARM outside. It was usually COOL in the brick house with a couple of fans but my late husband had turned on the master bedroom's small a/c in the window. SECOND FLOOR. SUPER INSULATED HOUSE - quiet too. I was working in a tall man's white t shirt of my late husband's and underpants. I ALWAYS wear slippers or sandals when I am not wearing other shoes, boots or sneakers. NO one is or WAS around to see me other than my husband and my dog. We never had children.
I SCREWED UP royally!!! I must have turned one of the back door locks - kitchen door to an enclosed breezeway door. I did not want to BREAK THE GLASS on the kitchen door. I had already locked the garage door to the breezeway. I banged and called for my husband to help me. He did NOT hear me on the second floor with a small a/c on. (He was not sleeping downstairs in the DEN that could be used for a bedroom with a couch and closet.) I was not about to go walking in the pitch dark with only moonlight and stars shining 2.5 miles in my underwear to get to our closest village! I remembered that 'WE' had deliberately put a HIDDEN KEY in a secret spot INSIDE of a special built, hand made, VERY heavy dog house that did not get used any longer. That meant that I had to go out to the back yard from the breezeway in the DARK and crawl into this dog house with a wind break panel INSIDE OF THE DOG HOUSE and FEEL FOR THE DANG KEY hanging from a NAIL. Yukkey poo! It was DARK out there because I had no need for all of my FLOOD LIGHTS that could be controlled from the first and second floors of the house and garage. All I had on outside of the house was the breezeway light and an automatic colonial post light out front by the driveway. Some people don't understand how DARK it can be in the boonies sometimes! Most of the time it is pitch dark and if you do not have many cars/trucks go by - forget that too. I usually had a spare flashlight in the breezeway but 'stupid me' MOVED IT. I had flashlights all over in the house, all 3 floors - basement, first and second, garage, small barn, car, truck, etc. but since I had ALL OF THIS STUFF TO BE MOVED... I moved the spare one from the breezeway window areas (North and south sides.) because of the stupid BOXES. Anyway, I did it - I got the key! I got inside and by the TIME THAT I DID ALL OF THAT WORK and I WAS ANGRY WHILE DOING IT - my German Shepherd woke up my husband since she made a commotion and was INSIDE MOST OF THE TIME when we were home. She liked the breezeway that opened up to a big fenced in area when we were at work too. He came downstairs and was grumpy. I was TICKED OFF that he did not hear me call him and bang on the door too. How he slept through that - I will never know. My dog was worked up and worried about me too. My routine of moving the breezeway flashlight, being stupid tired and locking myself out but remembering the key saved me. Now, if I had NOT hidden the KEY out there in a dog house that was hardly ever used and not really needed - I would have taken something OUT OF THE MOVING BOXES and broken a small window pane in the kitchen door to get inside.
That is MY stupid story and I would do anything so I would NOT have to sleep in a fairly large enclosed breezeway full of MOVING BOXES with no clean, crisp sheet and in my underwear and slippers even if it was WARM outside. Plus I would have died for a HOT SHOWER and a cup of coffee!
Cate