I went out for a smoke (yes, I didn’t quit, so sue me)
So I see him jumping on the handle, aww how cute, takes a few pictures. Sat down and just hear how the handle goes down and the door locks. He pressed too hard and I’m locked out. In December. He’s just standing there, looking at med and wondering why the panic is rising in my eyes. Start banging the window but nothing happens. Luckily enough I’ve brought my phone and Oscar is home and can open when I call. But had it been tomorrow he’s be working night and I’d sit alone in the cold till morning, haha goddamn.