Sis lives in a first floor apartment, which has a grilled (as in enclosed by a metal grill and not as in roasted) balcony adjacent to the kitchen. This space holds her washing machine, and laundry, whenever she decides to ‘use’ the washing machine.
As in all modern apartments, for maximum utilization of the (sparsely) available space the door separating the kitchen and the balcony was a sliding door. The door in sis’s apartment however had a quirk – its latch wouldn’t fall and it was not possible to lock the door. Mother had made several attempts to coerce the door shut – and failed miserably.
The other day sis was having guests at home and decided that her balcony needed cleaning. She walked out into the balcony and nonchalantly slid the door shut.
“Click” – the latch fell in place and the door locked – leaving sis in the balcony with no phone in hand and nobody in the house!
Being full of resourcefulness born from her highly educative experiences, she decided to take the help of the security guard of the building. Yelling at the top of her voice she managed to get his attention, and using the same mode of communication explained her plight. After hatching various plans like breaking down the door, calling family from the other end of town etc. they finally decided and managed to get a lock-smith to come and get the front door and the balcony door open – all with the accompanied background score of the housekeeping staff laughing their heads off.
Sis maintains that somebody jinxed the door on purpose – it still doesn’t shut properly from the inside and she hasn’t dared to try it again from the outside.