Locked out

FINALLY i think giddy with excitement. Until I remember my lack of keys. At this point I would break my windows to get in, but I had iron bars installed a while back to prevent break-ins. Disappointed I realize I’m down to one option I need to ask for help. My house was surrounded with empty houses for sale but my next door house was still occupied with a tenant.

I dash to the front door, halted only by the fence gate, which I had to open with my mouth dude to my handcuffs. I make it to the door shouting for the neighbor and kneeing the door to knock. No answer so I hit the doorbell with my nose and finally an answer.

It was bicycling woman from earlier I knew she seemed familiar, she was my next door neighbor

“Well well” she whispered “get your exercise in fatty?”

“Can I use your phone I need a lock smith PLEASE!!” I said ignoring the rude insult