Picture this. The side door that leads into the garage of our house is inside a 6-foot tall wood fence that is usually locked. On trash day, we unlock the fence and drag the trash bin through the fence gate to the street or push it through the side door into the garage and down the driveway.
On this particular morning, I open the garage door, start my scooter and back it out of the garage. Seeing that trash pickup had already passed by, I thought I would quickly roll the emptied trash bin off the street to put it away. I left my scooter running to warm up since I would only be a minute and retrieve the container from the street. I was going to roll it into the garage and through the side door but since John rode his bicycle to work, his car was parked in there and the pathway was too narrow for the garbage bin to go through.
So I roll the trash bin around the side of the house through the unlocked fence gate and stand the bin on the concrete slab landing next to the side door. Feeling accomplished I locked the gate (the lock is on the inside of the fence, on the yard side) and proud of myself that I remembered to lock the gate. I had forgotten to lock the gate the last time and a little birdie let me know ;-)
Now I can go on with the rest of my day. I proceed to go through the side door into the garage but the door was locked from the inside. I am unable to go through the fence gate because I just locked it. I have no keys on me. All of my keys are on my scooter which I can still hear running in the driveway. I had just locked myself in the yard!! The patio door in the back is also locked--there is no way into the house.
I climb onto the trash bin and look over the wooden fence. It is a long way down onto the other side and upon landing, I would surely twist an ankle on the smooth river rock landscaping. How was I going to get out of here?? Meanwhile, I wondered what our new neighbors must be thinking if they were looking outside to see me clamoring over the garbage can trying to get over the fence--with my scooter helmet still on.
Eventually I got myself out of the backyard and was relieved to be riding my scooter and on my way to the office.