Lockdown In The Florida Playpen

I am waiting for the locksmith to get here to unlock the door that leads from our guest bedroom to the outside of our building here in Florida. It used to be the boys’ bedroom when they were younger and is currently filled with two twin beds and a trundle. I bought “grown up” furniture for the room last weekend and it is being delivered on Friday. The door hasn’t been opened for 15 years, even though it’s technically our second fire exit from the building according to building code. We opened the door to move the kid’s furniture back in the day and sealed it right up so that they couldn’t escape or be kidnapped by some Floridian low life. Think Adam Walsh. I always thought that the door could be opened from the inside, but I guess it’s permanently shut until the locksmith does his magic. I am picturing the people coming to retrieve the old furniture as well as the ones bringing the new, getting mad that they just can’t use the door in the bedroom and calling the Fire Marshall on me. I did almost set the place on fire on Sunday making mini tacos. Paranoid? You bet I am, and for good reason down here. Florida is still a no man’s land. A boomtown that’s gone bust. ANYTHING can happen at ANY time. Gators, child molesters, surfers and podcasters…Oh my!!!