I locked myself out of the RV in the Woodlands. I guess I shouldn't say I locked my self out, it should be Bob locked me out. He had locked the dead bolt when he left one morning for a training seminar. I took the trash out to set it on the road for pickup and shut the door to keep the cat in. I came back to open the door and couldn't get back in. I think I had about 30 different keys that were tried by other RV'ers in the park and none would work. I finally found a local camper that owned a Montana and we tried his keys, they wouldn't work either. He did come up with the idea of the grandson crawling up the laundry chute and opening the door from the inside.
Sure was embarassing taking all of the junk out of the storage compartment.
We now have a spare key hidden in case it happens again.
Oh hubby had his cell phone turned off!!
Collen