The key to this situation is I’m in need of rescue

Well, I figure while I’m sitting here I might as well get some work done. Here being my front door step last Thursday at 9:07 a.m.

I’m supposed to be at work but I’ve run into a bit of a snag.

In dragging out my camera bag, my lap top, my purse, my lunch bag, my son’s water bottle, his hockey bag for his practice tonight, a winter coat to wear to his hockey practice and my backpack containing my Atom A managerial zipper binder, I have managed to lock myself out of the house.

Or more to the point, I have locked my keys inside the house. And this was after not only slamming shut one locked door behind me, but two. What would Jack Bauer do in a situation like this?

Jack Bauer, played by Kiefer Sutherland, is the lead character in my favourite television show 24, which, after a hiatus of more than a year, returns to TV on Nov. 23.

And I’ve been counting down the days.

The premise is the entire season of the show has 24 episodes. Each episode represents one hour of one day in which Jack Bauer has to save the world from some impending doom – a terrorist attack, a nuclear bomb, the release of an infectious disease.

I know Jack Bauer would have a plan to get into my house, which hopefully wouldn’t involve blowing it up. Although at this point – it’s now 9:22 a.m. – that option ain’t looking so bad.

This isn’t the first time I’ve locked myself out of my house. The last time I did it I didn’t have any spare keys outside. But this time I have two or three keys strategically hidden on our four-acre property.

Only here’s the cruel punch line to this joke.

About two weeks ago our front door handle and lock broke and now the only way we can get into our locked house is to unlock the basement door, only guess what? All those keys I have strategically hidden, not one of them is for the basement door.

Guess I’ll have to put that on my to-do list.

I can’t call my husband because he’s at the wharf and doesn’t have his cell phone. So I’ve called back-up reinforcements who I hope are heading to the wharf. I’ve since been told by a reliable source – a.k.a. my father-in-law – that my husband knows where there’s a spare key to the basement door. It’s with him at the wharf in Pinkney’s Point, which is about a 12-minute drive from home.

Oh, and he can’t come home right now.

So my father-in-law is getting a drive here by another fisherman so he can give me a key so I can get into my house, and then get to work.

“I hate to make you go to that much trouble,” I told him.

“It’s okay,” he said. “You’re a damsel in distress.”

If I’m a damsel in distress does that make him my knight in shining armor?

I guess if Jack Bauer can’t come to my rescue, I’ll gladly settle for Henry Surette.