My wife and I went skinny dipping. Oh, it’s not as titillating as it sounds (though I do love the word “titillating”). It was hotter than Satan’s nipple. The kids were napping and our pool is private. So we shed our clothes in the house, went out back and took a quick dip.

And when our dip was over, we attempted to get back into our house and into our clothing... and that’s where we ran into a little problem. My lovely wife somehow violated every known law of physics and LOCKED the sliding glass door behind her as she exited the house. This was (let me emphasize the past tense nature of the verb) WAS the only unlocked door to the house.

All of our windows were secured. All of the keys to my home were safely residing within. I had no way to gain entry into my abode without breaking something. Oh, and I was naked. Did I mention that part? I didn’t have a pocketful of miracles or a trick up my sleeve. I had a sun-bleached towel in one hand and you-know-what in the other hand.

So I trotted to the front door, wearing my towel like a skirt, and began ringing the doorbell. My plan was to wake up Junior and have him unlock the door. He has door-unlocking skills, and I hoped to finally harness this power for good instead of evil.

Of course, my plan was doomed from the start. Junior was into one of his DEEP sleeps, and when he’s like that, there is no way to rouse him with a mere doorbell. You could have Motorhead play “Ace of Spades” with Lemmy using Junior’s pillow for a mic stand and the kid wouldn’t notice. So I stood at my front door, naked, but for a towel, ringing my doorbell about a thousand times while the Good People of my neighborhood pretended not to notice.

I was almost out of options. The only ones I had left were - break in or wait it out. Well, the baby was going to need to eat soon, and Junior was going to sleep for God-knows how many hours, so... I broke in.

Did I mention I didn’t have any clothes?

I have a dog. She is a scary dog. She keeps my garage safe via a pet door. I am just small enough that when I took off my towel, I was able to squeeze through the pet door (and the corresponding curtain of nasty dog-hair) and into my garage. Once inside, I went to work on the (locked) door between my garage and pants.

To say that I was naked, when I broke in would be a lie. I put on safety glasses.

I jammed a screwdriver into the lock and proceeded to beat the bejabbers out of it with a hammer. Once the driver was into the keyhole far enough to totally mangle both items, I gave it a mighty twist.