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TIFU by locking myself out on a balcony

So this happened years ago but I was up in Boston for the summer visiting my father and staying with him in his condo. At the time I was a smoker and would regularly go out on the balcony to smoke a cigarette. The door to the balcony was a sliding door that when closed completely would be locked from the outside. Anytime I went out there I was careful about closing the door and would close it enough that the smoke wouldn't get in, but leave it just a hair away from the lock clicking.

I think you all can see where this story is going.

So anyway one night around 12:30 in the morning I decided I wanted to get one last cigarette in for the night so I went out to the balcony. I went to close the door but I accidently closed it just a tad too much and I heard the familiar click of the door locking. I was hit with the immediate realization that I had locked myself out.

"No problem" i thought to myself figuring that I'll smoke my cigarette, bang on the door when I was done and my dad would let me in. So I relaxed, had myself a smoke and enjoyed it. However, when I banged on the door, nobody responded.

I knocked harder......no response.

My dad had gone to bed and completely passed the fuck out. It's at this point panic set in. It's after midnight, my phone's inside, and I'm locked out on the balcony. I started to smoke another cigarette as i contemplated my options.

We had 2 balconies with the second being outside of his bedroom. I knew if I knocked hard enough on his balcony door he'd wake up. As I smoked my cigarette I stared at it for a bit contemplating trying to jump over to it, as we as trying to shimmy along the ledge to it. But we're three stories up with the city street below and I'm scared to death this idea will kill me. But at the same time I don't want to spend all night on the balcony.

I smoked another cigarette and contemplated my options. There really weren't many and the streets were dying down for the night. Luckily though I managed to spot a couple walking by from below.

I proceeded to shout towards these complete strangers in desperation hoping that they would look up and I could plead for help. Luckily I managed to get their attention and explained the situation. Luckily they had cell phones on them and were willing to help me out. I gave them my dad's cell phone number and they called it as I prayed that he didn't leave his phone on silent.

I suddenly heard the stranger say "Hi yes you don't know me but your son is locked out on the balcony and is desperately asking for help" he had woken up and answered the phone.

I graciously thanked these strangers for helping me out as my dad came to door, opened it up, and let me in laughing his ass off as he told me "that's why you shouldn't smoke"

TLDR: Went out for cigarette after midnight, locked myself out on the balcony, had yell at two strangers to get them to call my father to let me in. My father found it hilarious.

Edit: I should add that after I was let back in my father informed me that there was a button on the door that will prevent it from locking.

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