A Fools Folly

Kathy's husband has a bad habit of locking doors.  Every time he passes a door he locks it.  He has locked her out of the house while she was on the patio flipping burgers, or when she went to the garage to get a soda out of the extra frig they keep in the garage for drinks.  They have gone round and round about it but the last time he locked her out, they almost came to blows.

It all started when several of Kathy's friends took her out for dinner to celebrate her birthday.  It was at a restaurant where on this special night they was karaoke and the staff coaxed Kathy to get up and dance when they sang to her.  Well, somehow, she twisted her foot while doing a little dance and when she sat down at the table she mentioned that she thought she had hurt her foot.  The girls were sympathetic but Kathy didn't seem to be hurting too bad so they finished eating and chatting.  When Kathy got up to leave and put her weight on her foot, she knew instantly that she had injured it badly.  Thankfully one of her friends had driven and they were kind enough to help her hobble to the car .  Just as they pulled out of the parking lot it began to rain...by the time they were half way home ...it had developed into a torrential downpour.  Kathy called her husband and told him that she had hurt or foot and that she was going to call him right before they arrived at her house so he would open the garage door for her.  He said ok.

Well, as they approached her neighborhood, Kathy redialed his number.  It rang several times but no answer and then it went to voice mail.  Kathy redialed...again no answer.  By this time they were pulling in her driveway....redial...still no answer.  She decided to used the keypad by the garage door to open it externally, so Kathy said her goodbyes and hobbled over to the garage keypad in the rain to raise the door.  Once the garage door opened and she went into the garage, her friends left, thinking she was safe.  Kathy turned the knob on the interior door only to find that it was locked.  She knocked but no answer.  She knocked again and shouted but still no sign of life.  The dog wasn't even barking.  She thought her husband must be in the back of the house and the dog was probably with him so they couldn't hear her knocking...but why wasn't he answering his phone. Since she didn't drive to the restaurant, she had left her keys at home but remembered that she had one hidden near the patio at the back of the house.  So with pain shooting through her foot and up her leg she hobbled out into the rain again to navigate her way around to the back of the house in the dark to look for the hidden key.  After retrieving the key, she let herself in the back door....and there standing in the kitchen with nothing on but a towel was her husband.  When he saw her he said "I'm sorry, I was in the shower."  Now why he would have taken a shower when she had called him and he knew she would be home in just a few minutes is beyond me.  However, men do things like that....no explanation.  Her foot throbbing now, she collapsed into a chair.  She told him about her foot, but she could tell by his response that he didn't think it was anything to worry about.  She said she thought it was broken and she ought to go to the hospital to get it X-rayed.  He suggested she get her friend to take her the next day.  He begrudgingly got her some aspirin before he went to bed.  He got up early the next morning and went to work...never inquiring about her foot.  Later that day, her friend did take her to the hospital and her foot was broken - badly I might add.

The foot has healed but every time Kathy's husband passes a door, he still locks it.  I guess there are just some habits that you can't break.