For some reason, my side of the street always seems to get
more snow than opposite us. There was just enough snow still falling to
wet your coat and hat, but I wanted to clear my sidewalk for my mailman and any
deliveries before the temperatures plunged into the negative range. I
wasn't out there all that long and then something horrible happened once I tried
to let myself back in.
The latch on my storm door had frozen shut. Thank
goodness, I thought because there was someone in the house to let me back
inside.
I knocked and knocked, but my attempts went
unanswered. When the wind picked up, I pounded against that door as loud
as I could. Still, no one came to my rescue.
Disgusted, I trudged up my long driveway and headed to the
front of my house. I tried ringing my door bell, but that thing had frozen
and was of no use to me.
I tried to open the front storm door, but I also
found it had frozen shut. Therefore, I began pounding at the front door
this time. Surely, I thought I would be heard--or at least missed.
After waiting and pounding without any luck, I marched
back down my driveway. I thought maybe I just might have been overlooked
on route. My person could be waiting for me at that other door--at least,
I was hoping that would be the case.
Now, you probably are thinking why wouldn't I just head
over to a neighbor and seek their help. Simple. Everyone left
already for work. Otherwise, I would have got them to call over to my
house to let me back in.
Unfortunately, it took a couple of laps and lots of
pounding before I was finally discovered.
After I got warm with a pot of tea and had use of my
brain again, I remembered that perfume can melt frozen locks. I knew it
worked on frozen car door locks, but I wasn't sure how
well it would be on a storm door latch.
Without waiting another second, I grabbed a bottle and
headed back down to my door. I sprayed a few times and watched the ice
melt before my eyes, dripping away. Because of perfume, the latch was
unfrozen and opened easily again.
I do keep a small spray bottle of perfume in my handbag,
but when you go out with your shovel or broom, you don't usually carry anything
else. From now on, I plan to keep a small bottle in my coat pocket to avoid
being stuck in the cold.
Thank goodness for perfume because it can save
your life besides just beautify it!
