I was standing outside my room, a pizza box in my hand as I tried to call my AirBnB host after midnight. No answer. I was locked out.
I was in Hamilton, it was my first solo trip after getting my license. ( I will post about my trip soon. ) The drive was great, the event in Hamilton was great as well.
That day, I had late lunch & I thought I would be able to skip dinner. After I reached my ( AirBnB ) home, just before midnight, I realized I was hungry. So I locked my room, kept the room key in my jacket and went to pick up a pizza that I just ordered.
I picked up the pizza, got back home and was about to open my door when I checked my jacket. I checked it again. Nothing.
I checked under my seat in my car. Nothing.
I went back to the pizza place. Nothing.
I texted my host to see if he had a spare key. No response.
I tried to see if my room’s windows can be opened from outside. Nope.
I was panicking at this point. I wasn’t hungry anymore. Realization hit me like a brick:
‘I am in a different city, I don’t know anybody and I can’t legally drive back home because my license has restrictions. I would have to sleep on couch. Hopefully no one else at the house makes a big deal out of it. ‘
There was nothing I could do.
When I partially finished my pizza, I realized I could do something.
I could pick the lock.
I knew I cannot cause any damage to the room or the lock. I can’t make noise either. There were other people in the house who were sleeping and it would make me feel even worse if I woke them up after midnight.
I sat in the lounge near the makeshift kitchen. I had access to some cutlery. I Googled
how to pick a lock and a site suggested using a butter knife.
There was a few knifes I could use. I had hope now. I abandoned my lackluster pizza and picked up the knives. The site said that try to insert the tip of the knife into the keyslot. Turn it just as you would turn the key.
First knife didn’t work. It was just to thick for the keyslot.
Second one went in the slot but I couldn’t turn it. I guess it wasn’t deep enough.
Third time’s the charm I guess. The lock clicked open and I was in my room.
I was euphoric. I didn’t have to spend my night crawled on an uncomfortable couch, cold and tired. I wasn’t tired anymore, I could have stayed up all night if I wanted just from the rush of successfully unlocking the door.
I did eventually sleep, after finishing my book ( Jurassic Park ) and my pizza. My solo trip was great. I had plenty of things to talk about but every time someone asked me about my trip, I began with how I was locked out.