Be Prepared

...and always carry a...fork?

On Friday, I got home to find that the front screen door had chosen to inexplicably lock itself.  I tried a few different methods of convincing the door to give, from trying to pry it open with a screwdriver to removing the hinges.  Alas, the door did not budge.  I called up the boyfriend to complain, because it might be his fault, anyway.  He asked if I had a fork, because forks had served him well in the past when breaking into certain labs in college.  Voila!  The door was opened and my Friday evening run was saved.  And, yes, I wanted it to be saved.