Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I mentioned, didn't I, that Boyfriend is away?
Well, the other evening I went out to get some food for dinner. I gathered up my stuff, pulled the (always latched) door shut, and sure enough: No keys.
Usually when I do this, I trudge over to campus and take Boyfriend's......not possible. I sat on the doorstep for a while.
It occurred to me that our kitchen has a door to a central stairway that connects all of the apartments. That door has a lock, but we have no specific key for it. I knocked on the neighbors' door to ask if, by chance, the key that opens our front gate and our door (but only the front, not the backdoor) would also open the inside door.
Sure enough, their key opened our kitchen door. Thanks inept landlord, I appreciate the TOTAL LACK OF SECURITY!
Crisis averted, and we promised not to break into each others' apartments.
Still, I feel pretty dumb.
I need to stop locking myself out of the house.