Stephen and I got a good laugh the other night. Our front door is kinda finiky and you have to turn the handle just right to get it to open. It hasn't been much of an issue yet, because we've always been able to get it to open after a few tries.
Well Monday night we decided to splurge a little and order a pizza for dinner. When the dominoes guy got to the house, Stephen went to the front door to let him in and he couldn't get the door to open! He tried for a few minutes, yelled for me to come help, and then had to yell through the door for the guy to meet him down at the garage cause it just wasn't opening. :-)
We were both cracking up by the time we got the pizza. I felt kinda bad for the dominoes guy though...it was raining outside and he had to walk up to our door, then down to the garage in the rain.