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Yes… first time, my brother locked me in by accident, and I squeezed out the chicken door since it was the only opening. I was little, but it was a tight fit in my snowsuit. 😂
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The second time I was older, and too big to fit out the chicken door. We were supposed to be going somewhere, and everyone else was in the house getting ready, so they didn’t hear me shouting. The person-door latch was just a wooden block on a nail, so I started kicking the door to pop it off. I stopped when the UPS guy pulled up; I didn’t care to explain my predicament. My brother finally came outside and let me out. :rolleyes:
 
Well now, let me sit down for this one . . .
My husband and I were driving back from a camping trip one summer. It was a Sunday. On the way I spotted a bunch of those neat little chicken coop/tractor thingies outside of a building, so I asked if we could pull over and look. It was only going to take a minute since we had a dog in the vehicle and everything was closed on Sunday; I just wanted a quick up close peek since I'd never seen those types of coops in the flesh. I hopped out of the truck and dashed around the coops quick as a jack rabbit, but before getting back in the truck I did want to step inside one of the coops and I invited my husband to join me right quick (you know, in case I wanted one in the future - I needed the man in there to memorize how everything is put together!). He went in first, I followed, and I let the door swing shut behind us. We took a quick looksie and turned to leave . . .

WHY IN THE BLUE BLAZES WOULD ANYONE DESIGN A COOP DOOR THAT AUTOMATICALLY LOCKS WHEN CLOSED?!?!?!

It was one of those doors that could only be opened from the outside, we'd left our phones in the truck, there was no one around to hear our screams, and we couldn't be seen from the road. So, poop.

Now, with the dog in the car we could have and would have torn through the wire if necessary, but luckily some rooting around produced some sort of metal trash that the man was able to fashion into a dealymabob he could poke through the wire and use to open the door. Not that that was a simple endeavor, no sir. We were in there for a long enough time as my husband went latch fishing that I was seriously considering hurling myself through the wire to save my dog. It was when I was about to give in to full blown panic that the door popped open and my husband stood there with a look of triumph. Y'all know the look; it's the one that's a combination of "I've accomplished something manly," and "Now I get to tease my wife forever about the day she locked us in a coop."

It's when we exited the coop that we both noticed the security camera pointed in our direction. I really hope someone watched it and got a kick out of the two dopes in the coop.

Now, one day I'll tell the story of the day we moved into our new house, and how the very first thing I did was lock us out of it. My husband says it's a wonder I didn't lock us into the coop that was on our new property to boot. Future goals.
 
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Yes, both on accident and purpose. Purpose included being locked in by my siblings and locking myself in to hide (with an escape plan already in place). On accident is when the wooden lock would slide down after I shut the door making it so my only way out was going through the chicken door and reaching around through the fence, that is, if I didn't kick my way out (which I'd take the other way first).
I've also gotten locked in a sense of both accidentally and on purpose by the times I'd drop a board behind the door as I was going in so the door wouldn't swing open while I was inside, only to have the board get stuck on the door and refuse to budge. On those cases, kicking my way out ends up being my only option.
I've gotten locked in a few times, but thankfully it's been awhile.
 

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