Balcony Relaxation?

Today I was feeling motivated to do some cleaning. I need to take advantage of these days since I'm still off track and that seems to be the time I get the majority of my cleaning done anyway. I washed the sinks in both bathrooms. Then I figured I'd wash some windows. A nice little birdie had pooped on the doors in my master bedroom, so I might as well start there. After washing the inside, and the bottom track part, which need I mention looked like no one had ever cleaned before. I ventured outside to clean off the bird poop.

I have a very small balcony off my master bedroom. It's more of a pretend balcony really. All you can do is take one step out, somewhat turn around and come back in. It was quite tricky cleaning the bottom part of the window. After finishing I went to pull the door back open, and lo and behold it won't budge. Starting to panic I yank and begin cursing as my futile efforts do nothing to open that door, scraping up a few fingers in the process, which of course started bleeding. I'm stuck outside on my balcony, or more like a ledge I say.

This is about the time I start thinking, what the hell am I going to do? I don't have a key to get in (not that the door has a key hole on it, what moron what lock it behind them to begin with), I don't have anyone inside my house to let me back in, and I don't have a phone to call for help, plus no bandaids to stop before said bleeding. Should I try to jump over the side and risk breaking a limb? But where would that get me, I'd still be locked out from the front door. Before I let the tears take over, I see a guy in the driveway next me. I get his attention and ask if he's got a phone I could use. He throws me up his cell phone and I call my dad (he lives about 25 minutes away) going through my saga of locking myself out, though I still can't figure out why the door won't open since I can see the lock is not down. After explaining to my dad that no, I'm not on the regular balcony where I could actually sit and down and somewhat relax, I'm on the pretend balcony.

As I'm waiting for my dad to get here with his spare key (this is also about the time I start wishing I'd given my sister a key since she only lives about 15 minutes away), I'm trying to look as nonchalant as possible to passers by. Now do remember I'm pretty much wedged between the door and railing, acting as if I'm just enjoying the heat of the day.

When my wonderful daddio comes and lets me out of my prison, I realize the wooden dowel thingy that has been in the door track since I moved in had decided to fall down locking me out. I immediately lugged that baby outside to the garage, also vowing not to wash windows anytime in the near future (though I do have some nice clean windows I can now see out of).