Locked out

This afternoon I went to Lowe's and bought a whole bunch of new flowers for my patio. I potted them all out there and am so happy with all the bright colors...everything looks so clean and fresh!
I needed to sweep up the dirt and leaves and didn't want the dust flying into the house, so I quickly closed the slider and then--I heard the STICK drop. The STICK! The stick that the former owners put in the slider track to keep people OUT.
I put down the broom and tried to open the door...it would not budge more than 2 inches. I began to laugh--and cuss a little--but seriously, I thought it was hilarious! The house was locked up from the outside and only ALLISON has another key! How could I call her?
I felt like I Love Lucy...locked out, no one home to even help me...hilarious! I knew there was no option. I had to push on the door until the stick broke enough for me to get in. I tried and tried, but I couldn't make it happen! I kinda thought a neighbor might walk by...but what could they do? I thought about jumping from the balcony...but where would I go? Seriously, I was laughing out loud and I knew there was no option.
I had to break the stick. I jammed and jammed the door, pushing it up and jamming with all my strength.
And it worked.
I took that darn stick and parked it FAR away from the door...
then I went back outside, closed the door and continued sweeping.
The patio looks great.
Can't say the same for the stick.