When I was younger I was always getting locked out of the house or cars. I remember one car I had when I’d somehow locked the doors and left the keys inside, but I was able to open the boot. I climbed through the boot and pushed down the back seat and was able to crawl through to the front.
It was very undignified but at least I was back in control.
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Things that (sometimes unreasonably) get on your nerves...hopefully lighthearted


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