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pixiecrinkle) wrote2003-04-17 11:32 pm
pixiecrinkle) wrote2003-04-17 11:32 pm
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that'll teach me to jog
What a night. After what felt like the longest day ever at work--I spent all afternoon dousing my eyes with drops, because my contacts were sticking to my eyes as a result of staring at my monitor and cleaning up all this stupid xslt code by hand--I came home and decided to go for a jog. So I changed my clothes, put on my running shoes, and grabbed my house key, then headed for the park. After one lap, it was looking like rain, so I decided to come back a bit early. So I get home, with every intention of going inside, doing some yoga, then making dinner.
But, my key breaks off in the lock.
I didn't get that gut feeling of panic that I get when something is *really* wrong, but in the next thirty seconds I realized that my cell phone, spare keys, wallet, car keys, etc. were all in the apartment. And of course, being safe, I had closed the windows before I left.
So, no biggie I think, I'll just go across the street to B & J's and call BestFriend to bring the spare key.
B & J are not home.
Check watch--it's about 7:15. On the off chance that BestFriend is already home from work, I decide to walk down the street to her place, thinking that even if she's not home, I can use either her landlord's phone, or the phone of the girl I went to high school with who lives upstairs (long story for another day).
No one in the entire building is home. I secretly wish that BoyWonder had not bought a house and moved out of the neighborhood.
Since it is not yet raining (merely spitting), I decide that I will walk North on Neil. I have a general idea of where R. lives since he and BoyWonder moved out of their place, and figure that if I see his car, I will knock on all the doors in that building until I find him. If not, I can always walk to my landlord's house. A trek, but better than the couple miles to BestFriend's office, only to be seen sweaty and straggly by her cohorts.
So I walk on, managing to keep a positive enough mindset to note that I'm getting the motivation to keep working out that I'd lacked earlier.
Here comes the part where fate intervenes. I get to R's corner, and see his Volvo, Klaus III. I look up at the building to figure out how to get to his second floor apartment, and he is looking out the window. I wave and he comes down.
"Hey. I need to use your phone," I plead.
He grimaces. "Wouldn't that be nice?" he asks. Seems that stupid Ameritech has gotten his voicemail set up, but the phone line is inaccessible from the apartment. And he's switching cell carriers, so that's not even on.
He does, however, have 50 cents that has been unpacked, and after showing me around his new apartment (very very nice) sends me on the way to the pay phone on the corner where he has been making all of his calls.
I call BestFriend--she immediately gets in her car, without even asking how I have gotten locked out. I walk back to my place, and as the rain finally lets loose. I get back to my place, just as she gets there to let me in, and explain what happened. She is super-hungry and wants to go to Chipotle. I offer to buy her a burrito for her trouble, because I'd planned on going there for dinner anyway.
So I put on dry clothes, and off we went. A happy end to one of those stories that could only happen to me.
And now I'm off to put my new Swell sheets from Target on my bed. They are high thread count, and a delicate girlie pink. :-)
But, my key breaks off in the lock.
I didn't get that gut feeling of panic that I get when something is *really* wrong, but in the next thirty seconds I realized that my cell phone, spare keys, wallet, car keys, etc. were all in the apartment. And of course, being safe, I had closed the windows before I left.
So, no biggie I think, I'll just go across the street to B & J's and call BestFriend to bring the spare key.
B & J are not home.
Check watch--it's about 7:15. On the off chance that BestFriend is already home from work, I decide to walk down the street to her place, thinking that even if she's not home, I can use either her landlord's phone, or the phone of the girl I went to high school with who lives upstairs (long story for another day).
No one in the entire building is home. I secretly wish that BoyWonder had not bought a house and moved out of the neighborhood.
Since it is not yet raining (merely spitting), I decide that I will walk North on Neil. I have a general idea of where R. lives since he and BoyWonder moved out of their place, and figure that if I see his car, I will knock on all the doors in that building until I find him. If not, I can always walk to my landlord's house. A trek, but better than the couple miles to BestFriend's office, only to be seen sweaty and straggly by her cohorts.
So I walk on, managing to keep a positive enough mindset to note that I'm getting the motivation to keep working out that I'd lacked earlier.
Here comes the part where fate intervenes. I get to R's corner, and see his Volvo, Klaus III. I look up at the building to figure out how to get to his second floor apartment, and he is looking out the window. I wave and he comes down.
"Hey. I need to use your phone," I plead.
He grimaces. "Wouldn't that be nice?" he asks. Seems that stupid Ameritech has gotten his voicemail set up, but the phone line is inaccessible from the apartment. And he's switching cell carriers, so that's not even on.
He does, however, have 50 cents that has been unpacked, and after showing me around his new apartment (very very nice) sends me on the way to the pay phone on the corner where he has been making all of his calls.
I call BestFriend--she immediately gets in her car, without even asking how I have gotten locked out. I walk back to my place, and as the rain finally lets loose. I get back to my place, just as she gets there to let me in, and explain what happened. She is super-hungry and wants to go to Chipotle. I offer to buy her a burrito for her trouble, because I'd planned on going there for dinner anyway.
So I put on dry clothes, and off we went. A happy end to one of those stories that could only happen to me.
And now I'm off to put my new Swell sheets from Target on my bed. They are high thread count, and a delicate girlie pink. :-)