Broken Glass - It Really is Sharp
Some friends of mine locked themselves out of their house recently. All of the windows were locked, too. (Which was unusual.) Having a locksmith come and open the door would have cost $100.
In my friend’s words: “I don’t have that much.”
So I did what any good neighbor would do: help them break in to their own house.
Getting in involved a little bit of broken glass in order to open a small (roughly 14″ x 18″) window. It was about seven feet off theg round and led into the shower stall.
My roommate, who is smaller than me, stuck his head inside and studied the layout for about five minutes.
Then, in all of about 15 seconds, he snaked his entire body in, rotated himself around, pulled in one leg, and then finally the other. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes.
They got in. Everyone was happy. (They later baked us brownies.) And I got glass on my arm.
I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was glass. (I thought it was plastic, at first.) But the difficult part was not the big shards of glass - it was the tiny flecks. They land on your skin and you don’t want to just brush them off - they’ll cut you. Tiny cuts, yes, but cuts nonetheless. I ended up with a couple of very minor lacerations - not deep, but enough to hurt, from trying to clean the glass off my arm.
Moral of the story: movies lie about broekn glass.
Other moral: don’t lock your keys in the house.
Maybe this is a good reason to finally go buy one of those lockpicking kits…
Update: I was later informed that bread, of all things, is actually a good picker-upper of those tiny glass flecks. Hm! Who knew? Source: a friend that got the tip from Martha Stewart.