Anyone who has ever tried to sneak into or around their own home in the middle of the night wishes they could move silently as a trained assassin would.
I know I do.
But whenever we make a concerted attempt to not wake anyone up we’re just asking for Fate to step in.
- Our keys “jingle, jangle” more than Gene Autry’s spurs. (Look him up, kids!)
- The front door opens like it’s heavier than solid oak.
- We step on the cat.
- The floor creaks like an old man’s bones.
- Our feet stick to the floor and we emit a bizarre series of sounds.
- We knock something over. Something heavy – and loud.
In my case, most of these things happen in the morning but the point remains valid: the ninja discipline wasn’t started to kill one’s enemies silently, it was started by some Asian guy trying to sneak back into his house after a night of throwing back too much warm sake.
But don’t quote me on that.
Our keys “jingle, jangle” more than Gene Autry’s spurs. (Look him up, kids!)
The front door opens like it’s heavier than solid oak.
We step on the cat.
The floor creaks like an old man’s bones.
Our feet stick to the floor and we emit a bizarre series of sounds.
We knock something over. Something heavy – and loud.
OMG! That happens to me allllll the time…. LOL ~Jackie Paulson
You mean you’re not as graceful as a ballerina? I’m shocked!
In my younger days I would spend the night at a girlfriends house, we would sneak out through the garage and head to the local bar for a few pints. It wasn’t until we had mastered this art in it’s finest that we realized it would be much easier to just walk out the front door, as her parents were half deaf.
That’s hilarious! On the other hand, you are now “Shadow Agent -worthy”!
Creaking steps get me every time. Unfortunately the first four steps in a row creak, so if I try to jump them, I just end up causing more noise.
That sounds like my house!
I literally will always run into something if I’m trying to sneak in the dark. A) My night vision is absolutely horrible. B) My luck is also absolutely horrible.
What do you expect? You’re not a cat; none of us are!