When I tried to unlock the gate in order to leave, the key would not turn. My friend Giorgi, who was waiting outside the gate for me, tried to help, but to no avail. After ten minutes of trying to unlock the gate, I started to worry. I had already closed the front door (to which I didn’t have a key), so I was locked out of the house… but locked inside the gate. Would I have to wait locked inside the patio for 7 hours until my family came home? While I nervously laughed about this, I tried to devise another plan. I tried to climb the gate, but I only kept falling or getting my foot stuck. While Giorgi encouraged me to keep trying these impossible gymnastic feats, I gave up.
I decided to try the key one more time. I thought that maybe with enough force, the key would unlock. But I was wrong. With enough force, the key would break! I literally broke the key in half! Now I was really stuck. I was also really late for my class.
A little old man walked by us on the street. Giorgi signaled him over and asked him if he had any suggestions. Without saying a word, he looked at the gate door for a second and pushed this switch (which Giorgi and I had neglected to notice) and immediately opened the gate. We felt like idiots. The key had not been the problem (the key, which was now broken, had been perfectly functional). Apparently a lot of gates here have these extra security locks. To my defense, the switch was hard to notice, and my family had never told me about it.
That day I ran to class very late with a completely broken key and very dirty hands and body from gate climbing. Here are some silly pictures Giorgi took while we laughed/cried/worried about if and how I would get out of my gate…
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