Breaking and Entering with Latte

When is it okay to pick a lock to a woman's bath? When you know the woman inside, and she's amicable to the idea of receiving a frothy latte with her suds.

My husband used to work as a locksmith at a local hardware store, and there have been times when he's come in rather handy. Locked myself in the car, he converts an abandoned strip of metal into a shim, lost that all important house key, or worse yet, locked the keys in the trunk of the car, a simple coat hanger can be hammered flat and with another stray piece we're back in business. It puts a whole new spin on the term handyman.

While on vacation at my in laws, my husband and I were bequeathed a handmedown espresso/latte machine. Some days are just so shiny I can barely believe it, but more to the point of our story, I was soaking away the aches and pains after a day of doing nothing when the door slides open and there stands my man with something caffeinated and steamy just for me.

He left me with the latte to continue soaking, then locked the door behind him. I'd like to say this story had an X-rated ending but alas, while at inlaws, there's just no rating.

But there is lattes.