Walking back from the St Vincent DePaul in Sharpsburg, I passed the door to a new resale shop a couple blocks down the street. The lights were on. The sign inside the open door read "OPEN." I walked in.
The shop
Deep inside the shop was a good collection of guitars so my new daughter and I wandered to the back and started browsing. A few minutes later, I pushed the stroller to the front door so we could get home for lunch with the family.
Guitars on the back wall
The barred glass door was closed. The keyed deadbolt was locked. And we were inside.
I thought about using an old Louisville Slugger to break out of our prison. I also considered calling the police. But first I had to check the back door. I climbed over boxes of records, slid past a folded 6' parrot cage, and squeezed by a wooden bed frame to see if the back door was open. No dead bolt! So I traversed the merchandise and carried the car seat and stroller over and through it all again.
Freedom! A bit early for Independence Day but our first big father-daughter outing and a taste of many adventures to come.
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