So last night, I went out on my back porch, talking on the phone, and shut the door behind me because of the cats. When I went to go back inside, I discovered that the door had latched behind me and I was locked on the porch. Fortunately, my roommate was already on her way home, so I was only there about twenty five minutes or so, but she was originally supposed to close up the store, thereby not getting home until about 2am. It was not my fun activity of choice, needless to say. I was proud of the way I handled it, though - I just sighed and started chuckling at it, and then started calling people.