Earlier this week, I downloaded an app for my i-Pod Touch that stores all my rewards card numbers (grocery stores, pet stores, drug stores, blah, blah, blah) and membership numbers (library, movie theater, airline, hotel, blah, blah, blah), so I no longer have to carry the cards around with me. When I want Tom Thumb to capture my shopping data so they can offer me coupons that I never use, I can just whip out the i-pod and pull up the barcode for the cashier to scan. Cool because...well it's just cool...and useful because it cleared a lot of space in my wallet.
A few years ago, I put a keypad lock on the door in the garage. Cool because I no longer have to carry around a key, and useful because now the pumpkinhead can open the door for me while I'm carrying in the various bags, backpacks, lunchboxes, purses, stuffed animals, blah, blah, blah that we drag to and from school/work every day.
Today I came home from work and entered my house through my door with the keypad lock. I turned on my computer and plugged in my radio bookmark so I can see the photos from the story about art in Japanese internment camps that I couldn't finish listening to this morning. Then I got my i-pod and my debit card (the cool app isn't set up for debit cards -- yet) and went for a run to do some exercise and some errands. When I got home again, I punched in my handy-dandy code on my very cool keypad lock. And nothing. Just an ominous beeping sound. I tried again. Still nothing. Just an annoying beep-beep-beep.
So I was locked out of my house. I paused to consider my options:
- The pumpkinhead's dad would be bringing her home in another hour or so. He has a key for emergencies. I think this would qualify. But it was hot, especially after my two-mile run/walk. And I was thirsty.
- I could go to the neighbor's air-conditioned house and have a glass of water while I wait for them. But then I would have to explain to the neighbor why exactly I was locked out of my house. And I was a little stinky after my two-mile run/walk.
- I could go to the pumpkinhead's air-conditioned "castle" in the back yard and wait for them. But the gate was locked. I could attempt to climb over the fence. But it is eight feet tall and I'm not as athletic as I used to be. And the neighbors might see me fall off the fence in the process (not that they haven't witnessed plenty of my other less-than-magnificent feats during the time I've lived here).
So from this, I've learned a few things:
- Maybe I am as athletic as I used to be.
- Any size 8 (or under) burglar can get into my house. And NO, burglars, I'm NOT giving you my address!
- Even a cool i-pod with cool apps can't help you when your cool keypad locks you out.
- Dog doors can now be considered "cool technology" in my book.