6am knocks of my door in a robe. "I locked myself out of the house"
Cue 1 hour of awkwardness as we wait for the locksmith. My lovely wife gives him my favorite sweats and my old alumni shirt she knows I love and she wants to get rid of. She busts out the face too;

Finally the locksmith arrives.

8:39 AM and not shit...knocks on our door again. He locked himself out again AND he spilled fucking coffee on my shirt man.
Waiting for the locksmith again...

Fucking dentists man.

Edit: now he's eating MY bacon.

Edit Edit: I'm considering going over to his house and kicking the door down.