Nothin’s the matter with kids

Well it is funny when you think about it.
After work I dragged my garbage can back to the back yard chatted with a neighbor and locked up the gate, only after the realization that I didn’t have the key for the rear door. I also didn’t have the key for the gate lock that I just locked, so I was locked inside my yard.
The sun was shining and it was warm so I figured I’d sit out there and possibly wait for my neighbor B. to get home and eventually go out in the backyard to putter over his plants. That waiting lasted a good 5 minutes and then I was trying to figure out how to escape from my yard. I tried to see if I could climb over the fence. Nope, too tall and an empty trash can wasn’t going to hold my weight. Under it. Nope, torso too big. And besides, I was wearing drycleanable clothes.
And that’s when the band of boys, who I’d been complaining about before wandered into the alley. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them. I called out the name of one kid, who lives around the block. He answered, and I explained my problem and gave him the key to my front door and the ball they had thrown into my yard the day before. After some trial and error, he and the other kids let me into my house. I paid him $4 for rescuing me. Kid labor, cheap.
Of course, by the time the kids let me in B. had come home.