May 16th, 2006keys please
It’s been raining in this part of the country for the past five days or so… and it’s not supposed to let up until Friday. It really brings back the memories of living in WA, where it rained all the damn day. Except that it’s been sunny there for about a week—and hot, according to my sister. Changing weather patterns really irritate me.
Anyway, I realized this morning that logically, I’m actually going to have to move. And I’m sad, quite simply because I have a fantastic landlord. All I have to do is exist and pay rent and everything else gets taken care of—they even feed me occasionally. They shovel, they decorate, they handled everything when I was sick… and now I’m going to have to leave.
This all hit me this morning because I locked myself out of my house. 😀
As I firmly pulled the door shut, the lack of keys jingling in my hand made me frown. And then curse. And then sigh.
So I traipsed up the back stairs and knocked on the door of the third floor—my landlord’s brother lives there. He answered the door in a towel (let’s not talk about seeing a man in his 60s in a towel—I closed my eyes) and said he’d toss on some clothes and go and get the spare from his sister’s apartment on the bottom floor.
Five minutes later I’m back in my apartment.
It’s sad to know that there’s a really good chance it won’t be that easy when I lock myself out if I move.
And yeah, I do that about once a year, give or take.
I’m going to need one of those fake rocks…
Real rocks go through windows just as well.
Comment by Grampa — May 16, 2006 @ 11:42 am
hehehe.
Comment by wendykat — May 16, 2006 @ 1:12 pm
Hm. There’s just so much that I could say. I’m gonna go with “you damnnnnn lucky girl.”
I’ve locked myself out of my apartment and out of my parents house (while they were out of town and I was housesitting). Since this year began.
Comment by Therese — May 17, 2006 @ 7:17 am
Nice Grampa, nice.
Therese.. I know huh? Sad 🙁 And LOL.. we’re two of the same. 🙂
Comment by the insider — May 17, 2006 @ 10:07 am
i locked myself out of my apartment (when i first moved to the east coast)… no one was home. no one was around. i had to drag a case of empty beer bottles under my roomates’ window so i could reach it and climb in. this was the first week i lived there.
and once after i moved into my new place and after i had dropped off english at the airport my key broke in the lock. i stood at my door and cried before asking the superintendant for help.
Comment by wendykat — May 17, 2006 @ 12:00 pm
Two weeks ago, I locked myself out of the office. My boss had left for the day and there was no one around. Luckily (or not?) I had forgotten to lock the back door to the office when I was bringing the dog in one day….
I also, many years ago (5 or 6?), locked my keys in my RUNNING car. And no, I did not have a spare. We wound up breaking into it through the trunk, and my little sister (who used to be pretty wiry) had to wriggle through the back seats…
Comment by Jenn — May 17, 2006 @ 1:45 pm
Awww, poor Wendy. 🙁 The last time I locked myself out of my old apartment, I cried too.
Jenn.. LOL. You should’ve called AAA. I did that once—granted, they mocked me, but at least I got back into my car. 🙂
Comment by the insider — May 17, 2006 @ 8:49 pm
Awwww, poor WK and theInsider…
I didn’t cry. When I was locked out of my apartment, I glared at the locked door, glared at my purse, glared at the street, threw a temper tantrum and walked over to my roommate’s place of work. When I was locked out of my parents house, I glared at the locked door, glared at the dog, glared at the locked door again, glared at the ground, threw a temper tantrum and McGuyvered my way back into the house.
I’m really good at glaring and throwing temper tantrums. It’s quite useful.
Comment by Thérèse — May 19, 2006 @ 8:35 am
When all else fail’s, sneer.
Comment by Grampa — May 19, 2006 @ 3:40 pm