Pet sitter locks herself out of the house in the middle of the night, helpful neighbor climbs a ladder to help her back in: ‘The embarrassment is too much.’

You know how old houses can be a handful? 

Old houses can be beautiful, that's for sure. Still, they usually come with problems that we're not used to solving, since modern construction has already taken care of that for us. We don't need fireplaces in every room. We have security cameras. And we no longer need to use those ancient-looking keys that make you feel like you're going inside a Victorian castle. Those locks can turn into a pain in the neck really fast. 

Unlucky redditor u/Dollyboopboop, came across a temperamental lock while pet-sitting for her mom's friend. She was taking the dog out at night for her last bathroom break of the day. However, it turns out, she forgot the key and couldn't get back in. One of those old doors you can't open from the outside. The neighbour with a key wasn't answering the doorbell, and, oh surprise, the Redditor had also left her phone inside. So much for calling the locksmith. Thankfully, another neighbor, a married couple, saw her and the dog and were nice enough to get a ladder, climb through a window, and let her back inside. 

This got me thinking about the pros and cons of old houses and having pet sitters. For one, it definitely makes it safer. If no one can get in without the key, it takes your mind off possible break-ins, that's for sure. But if it's so tricky to get in, that can also be inconvenient. The pet sitter, on the other hand, honey, please just pay a teeny tiny bit more attention. Seriously, it'll solve problems before you know there are any. I'm sure she learned from this, though. And if she forgets her keys again, she will surely remember her embarrassment instead. Poor girl… I can't keep making fun of her, she expresses that she's quite mortified as it is. I'm sure she remembers this moment every few weeks, while she's walking in the street, or doing the laundry, or making dinner. The memory pops into her head out of the blue and makes her cringe. Who doesn't have one or two of those memories at hand to keep us humble? 

Last week, I got locked out of the house myself, if it's any help. Some time ago we changed our locks, and we never made any copies of the new keys. The only ones who have them are my parents, so, yeah… They went out, I went out, and the house was locked. I had to climb a window to get inside. Lesson learned; I'll make copies, I swear. 

But for now, read her side of the story here; just, pretty please, be nice to her. She's had a tough week.