I was in an apt with a sliding glass door. I was making giant greeting cards for my youngest daughter. I had scissors, a glue stick, and a sharp pencil, which I kept breaking.
Daughter was there, along with her dad. They wanted me to finish up cause they wanted to go somewhere. But I kept working on the cards.
One of the cards had a gaping hole in the middle but I used it anyway. I was smoking while I was working but daughter kept taking the ashtray away.
I kept opening the sliding glass door and going outside. I made sure to lock both doors so that no one could come in that way.