I went out this morning, in femme pants, shoes and blouse, to pick up the paper at the convenience store and get breakfast at the Mickey D's drivethrough. I had with me only my wallet and the car keys. I closed the door behind me and then gasped. "Is it locked?" I thought. I checked. It was! I'd locked myself out!
What could I do? Call a locksmith...well, yeah, but could I face him dressed like this? I have a casement windows...no way I'm crawling through one of them. OK...break the glass in the backdoor. So, I did. Then I immediately called a glazier. He's promised to be here within the hour.
Hopefully, I can change back into femme mode and do some photography once he leaves!