I was reminded of how cold Nebraska in winter is last night. Here’s how:
When I arrived home from work last night, I pulled into my garage as usual and shut the door. I walked up to my back porch to unlock the dead bolt when my key breaks off in the lock! Shit, I thought. I was screwed. I couldn’t get back in the garage, because the door was shut and locked. I couldn’t get in the house, because I no longer had a working key to the dead bolt. So I’m standing outside, in the cold, freezing my ass off when I called my mom. She brought over a spare set of keys, along with a pair of pliers to remove the piece of key inside the lock. She was successful, so I don’t need to call a locksmith. Whew!
Needless to say, I was a little rattled last night. I waited outside for 20 minutes before deciding to approach my neighbors to the east, requesting a warm place to sit until my mom arrived. That worked out OK, as my mom arrived a short while later.
Note to self: Keep a garage key on my key ring, and get dead bolt fixed.