Smug Marrieds: Locked Out

Saw Jeremy, my chiropractor, yesterday and he cleared me to run. Short, easy, flat miles but who cares? I get to run again! 

Blair was already up and out the door for his run by the time I left the house at 6 am. I ran an easy 3.5 and climbed the stairs to our front porch. When I twisted the doorknob on our front door... locked. It had been unlocked when we were both out for our runs because I tested it before I pulled it shut behind me, which meant Blair had locked me out. 

I rang the doorbell and waited. Finally, Blair opened the door, looking confused. 

"What are you doing out there?" he asked. 

"Why did you lock me out?" I countered, stepping inside. 

"I didn't know where you were. I thought you were in the bathroom."

I looked at my watch. "You thought I was in the bathroom for the last 28 minutes?"

He shrugged. "Sure, why not. Doesn't seem out of the ordinary."

I burst out laughing and he it took a second but then he got it and started laughing too. "No, no," he said. "I mean, I thought you were in there showering and doing your hair or something."

Whatever. God, that was classic.