Locked Out

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketMy first close call as a dad last night. I had swaddled Phoebe and was preparing to put her to bed in her little basinet, which is currently in our bedroom. It was wicked humid and the air conditioner was on in our room, so the door was closed.

Phoebe in one hand, I tried to open the door with the other. No luck. The knob seemed to be slipping; in any case, it wasn’t opening the door. I put Phoebe down on her changing table and went back to the door. No matter what I tried, however, I couldn’t get the knob to turn the latch. Sari took Phoebe while I spent a good twenty minutes attacking the door. Tightening the knob didn’t work. Loosening the knob didn’t work. Replacing the knob didn’t work. Using a skeleton key on the bolt didn’t work. I even knocked the spindle through to the other side and stuck a whole new knob & spindle through, and that didn’t work either. I was totally flummoxed.

Finally, I admitted defeat and we all bedded down for the night in Phoebe’s room. Sari took the single bed, Phoebe slept in her car seat, and I put some couch pillows on the floor. We both just kept saying how lucky it was that Phoebe hadn’t been in the room, on the other side, when this happened. I would have had to learn how to break a door down very quickly!

So we spent the night in splendid discomfort (especially me!), while the AC chugged along in our empty bedroom. I had no clothes to sleep in so Sari lent me something. I looked quite sexy in her big black maternity shirt emblazoned with the words “Got Baby?”

This morning the super came in, removed the face plate of the lock assembly, pried back the molding, and jimmied open the door.

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About joshcomix
Brooklyn-based cartoonist specializing in nonfiction comics about topics like Hurricane Katrina, the media, travel, and finance.

15 Responses to Locked Out

  1. man_size says:

    What the fu–???

  2. dangoldman says:

    “Got Baby?”
    I’m gonna be dreaming of you in that shirt for weeks…

  3. Anonymous says:

    And The Adventure Begins!

  4. You took a picture in the shirt, right?

  5. Anonymous says:

    From your glass-half-empty friend
    Worst case scenario: Phoebe was already in the bedroom in her basinet with the door closed.
    Don’t you feel better now?
    Give Sari a big hug and Phoebs a soft pinch from me.
    Anne of HRW

  6. lordrexfear says:

    Man, imagine if that happened tomorrow instead?
    What a birthday that woulda been!

  7. purvision says:

    Good thing the kid was Not on the other side of the stuck door! Probably the door warped due to the cool/dry air on one side, and the hot/humid air on the other.
    Is the door supposed to open towards where you were? One trick is to pop the pins out of the hinges and just pull the thing out of the doorframe.
    (Do not ask me why I know how to do this.)
    If the hinge is on the other side, you can usually kick/sledge the door in without breaking the frame. You know, in case next time it’s just lil Phobe in there…

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