~Kenneth the Page, 30 Rock
Well, after six months I finally did it.
I took Lola outside...and forgot to bring my keys. Hence, locked out. Of the building.
Nice.
What was even nicer is that since we've been having really nice, warm weather, I've been lazy about putting shoes on before taking Lola outside. So I was barefoot. And in my PJs.
Yup.
So of course I realized just as the door was latching shut that I had locked myself out, and then I also realized it was like 1:00 in the afternoon, meaning pretty much everyone else in my building was at work. So no one was really coming in and out of the building at this time.
We had gone out the back door, so we walked (barefoot, mind you) around the building, through the grass toward the front door. And I just have to say, walking through the grass barefoot is kind of like walking through a minefield, only instead of mines there are little -- and big -- piles of poo that you have to constantly scan the ground for so you don't step on one.
This story would probably be better if I told you I DID step on a doggy-poo landmine, but that would be a lie. If you'd like to pretend I did for the sake of entertainment, that's fine with me.
So we got to the front door, and I just stood there...like a goober.
What next? Uhhhh...
We have a dial system that allows residents to ring people in through the front door, and for a moment I thought about just pushing random numbers until someone let me in. But considering I don't really know anyone in my building, I thought that might end up being super awkward.
Then I thought, well maybe I should push the button for the main office, and then I got those memories about living in dorms and how the RAs would tell you at the beginning of the year to always carry your keys with you because if you got locked out you were gonna get charged for it. So I hesitated because I didn't want to get...like...fined for getting locked out. Do they even do that at my building?
Luckily I didn't have to risk it because just then a guy came and unlocked the door on his way inside, letting Lola and me back into the building.
And then I stepped in dog poo.
KIDDING! Nothing gross happened.
The end.
2 comments:
I was terrified I would do that when I came to let Lola out a couple times. While I'm not glad it happened, um, I'm glad it happened to you and not me!
Oh, and I'm glad you didn't step in poo.
I did that once at my very first apartment. All I was doing was checking the mail, which were in the entryway to the building. But the door to inside the actually building was locked, and I didn't know. So, I spent 15 minutes waiting, in slippers, in the middle of a snowstorm, for someone to come in with keys.
From then on I kept our one mailkey on my keychain, so I would never do it again.
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