When I got home from work tonight I couldn't get into our apartment.
I could put the key in the key hole and turn the key, but the door wouldn't open. I tried and tried but nothing would happen. Here's a glance into my thoughts:
What the hell?
Did Greg change the locks?
Why would he do that?
Oh my God. I'm in the wrong apartment building.
(I walk outside to check the number on the building)
Okay, right apartment building.
I'll try again.
What the HELL?
(I then walk back outside - in the freezing rain - and clean out my car.)
Maybe if I let it sit for a bit, I'll go back and try again and it will work. Like when you can't figure out a math problem, if you just leave it alone and come back to it later it's easier to solve.
Man this rain is cold.
The mail is all wet.
(I call Greg and after only two rings it goes to voice mail)
"Hey, it's me. You didn't change the locks as a joke did you? I can't get in the apartment. Call me back as soon as you get this."
What if he doesn't know who I am?
Maybe I'm not supposed to be here.
Holy crap, it's just like The Forgotten! He's going to call me back and say he has no idea who I am. I'm going to have to run around screaming "Doesn't anyone know who I am?"
I'm in the f'ing Twilight Zone.
Okay, Let's try the door again.
The key is turning, the knob is turning but the door won't open.
Maybe I shouldn't open it.
Maybe the apartment will explode when the door is opened. Like the movie Backdraft or something.
I should wait for Greg to get home.
But I don't want him to blow up.
What is going on?!?
Maybe the top lock is locked too.
We NEVER lock the top lock.
Why would it be locked?
(I try the top lock, it unlocks, and the door opens)
I'm retarded.
Why did Greg lock the top lock?
(I call Greg again)
"Umm, it's me again...I got in the apartment. The top lock was locked. Why did you lock the top lock? You never lock the top lock. Call me back. Love you."
Someone is in here.
They're hiding.
I am not looking for them until Greg calls me back, so if I find them and scream, he'll be on the phone with me.
(I stand right inside the door for about 2 minutes until Greg calls me back)
So I talked to Greg and we decided that maintenance probably came by the apartment today and changed the air filter. But I still decided to check the apartment for midget rapists while he was on the phone with me so if something happened he could call 911. I looked in the closets, under the bed, and in the shower so I should be okay. I was really worried for a while though.
Now I'm going to start watching Season 2 of The 4400 - as I just finished Season 1 last night. Because I'm a nerd. Who may or may not be attacked by a midget hiding in my pantry later tongight.
I could put the key in the key hole and turn the key, but the door wouldn't open. I tried and tried but nothing would happen. Here's a glance into my thoughts:
What the hell?
Did Greg change the locks?
Why would he do that?
Oh my God. I'm in the wrong apartment building.
(I walk outside to check the number on the building)
Okay, right apartment building.
I'll try again.
What the HELL?
(I then walk back outside - in the freezing rain - and clean out my car.)
Maybe if I let it sit for a bit, I'll go back and try again and it will work. Like when you can't figure out a math problem, if you just leave it alone and come back to it later it's easier to solve.
Man this rain is cold.
The mail is all wet.
(I call Greg and after only two rings it goes to voice mail)
"Hey, it's me. You didn't change the locks as a joke did you? I can't get in the apartment. Call me back as soon as you get this."
What if he doesn't know who I am?
Maybe I'm not supposed to be here.
Holy crap, it's just like The Forgotten! He's going to call me back and say he has no idea who I am. I'm going to have to run around screaming "Doesn't anyone know who I am?"
I'm in the f'ing Twilight Zone.
Okay, Let's try the door again.
The key is turning, the knob is turning but the door won't open.
Maybe I shouldn't open it.
Maybe the apartment will explode when the door is opened. Like the movie Backdraft or something.
I should wait for Greg to get home.
But I don't want him to blow up.
What is going on?!?
Maybe the top lock is locked too.
We NEVER lock the top lock.
Why would it be locked?
(I try the top lock, it unlocks, and the door opens)
I'm retarded.
Why did Greg lock the top lock?
(I call Greg again)
"Umm, it's me again...I got in the apartment. The top lock was locked. Why did you lock the top lock? You never lock the top lock. Call me back. Love you."
Someone is in here.
They're hiding.
I am not looking for them until Greg calls me back, so if I find them and scream, he'll be on the phone with me.
(I stand right inside the door for about 2 minutes until Greg calls me back)
So I talked to Greg and we decided that maintenance probably came by the apartment today and changed the air filter. But I still decided to check the apartment for midget rapists while he was on the phone with me so if something happened he could call 911. I looked in the closets, under the bed, and in the shower so I should be okay. I was really worried for a while though.
Now I'm going to start watching Season 2 of The 4400 - as I just finished Season 1 last night. Because I'm a nerd. Who may or may not be attacked by a midget hiding in my pantry later tongight.
I used my deductive logic and street smarts to determine that because you posted a new post just 3 days after your lock out experience, that there was no midget rapist hiding in your apartment waiting to get you! I'm glad. Cause I like you a lot.
Posted by
Sarah Beth??? |
9:18 PM
hahaha, that is so funny!! sometimes we are too much alike!
Posted by
Misty |
9:29 AM