Keys
There's something strange happening in the cosmos now that is affecting me and keys. What planet rules keys? I feel like it's probably Mercury, but I can't verify that...
Anyway, on Friday night Alison and I signed the lease at the new apartment. It felt so good to actually complete everything. We were both anxious, even after putting down the security deposit and first month's rent and all. After that, I went to Indian food in Manhattan with my cousin Jennifer, who's doing an internship with Conoco in Jersey this summer. She's staying at the Rutger's dorm apartments, so she's relatively close and can easily drive to Jersey City. Alison left for Scarsdale that night so she and her family could fly out of LaGuardia Saturday morning. After dinner we just went back to the apartment and crashed, and she slept on the couch.
Saturday morning she wanted to get up early so she could get to New Brunswick for a beach outing with some friends, so at 8:30 I walked her out of the building. But not knowing that the door autolocked, she let the inside door close behind her. This left me out of the building with no ketys (obviously), no wallet, no cell phone, and no shoes, in my pyjama shorts and a ratty old t-shirt. I pounded and rang the bell, but the landlords were apparently out of town as they have been a lot recently. I tried Alison's cell from Jennifer's but she didn't answer, and was then able to get her parents' number from my mom. Luckily Alison was still in Scarsdale and not at the airport yet, so I was able to reach her and arrange a pickup. So Jennifer drove me to Target, where she bought me a pair of cheap flip-flops. Then we went to Laguardia, and waited for Alison. She arrived a bit later and gave me her keys and then rushed off to catch her plane.
At noon I got the keys from the realtor for the new apartment. I started moving things in immediately. Using our shopping cart and a pushcart I got from the hardware store, I moved soem boxes and clothes and stuff over to get them out of the way. I tested out all the keys and tried to figure out what went where. There were some that didn't seem to open anything, as well as the one for the front door, the one for the upstairs front door, the mail key, the apartment key, annd the key to the shed. In order to clear some room off my keychain, I took off some of the keys I wouldn't need immediately, like the one for the back door and the shed. Well, turns out the back door and the main apartment door use the same key. Thus, when I left at the end of the night, I locked myself out.
I discovered this early Sunday morning when I awoke early, ready to move more shit the four blocks to the new place. Sadly, the landlord hadn't yet made a key of the new locks and so I had locked the only key for that door inside the apartment. After calling a locksmith and paying the $100 fee, I decided to put all my keys on the keychain and not take any chances.
So those are my key stories. Somehow it doesn't surprise me that I am capable of getting locked out of two different apartments in as many days.
Anyway, on Friday night Alison and I signed the lease at the new apartment. It felt so good to actually complete everything. We were both anxious, even after putting down the security deposit and first month's rent and all. After that, I went to Indian food in Manhattan with my cousin Jennifer, who's doing an internship with Conoco in Jersey this summer. She's staying at the Rutger's dorm apartments, so she's relatively close and can easily drive to Jersey City. Alison left for Scarsdale that night so she and her family could fly out of LaGuardia Saturday morning. After dinner we just went back to the apartment and crashed, and she slept on the couch.
Saturday morning she wanted to get up early so she could get to New Brunswick for a beach outing with some friends, so at 8:30 I walked her out of the building. But not knowing that the door autolocked, she let the inside door close behind her. This left me out of the building with no ketys (obviously), no wallet, no cell phone, and no shoes, in my pyjama shorts and a ratty old t-shirt. I pounded and rang the bell, but the landlords were apparently out of town as they have been a lot recently. I tried Alison's cell from Jennifer's but she didn't answer, and was then able to get her parents' number from my mom. Luckily Alison was still in Scarsdale and not at the airport yet, so I was able to reach her and arrange a pickup. So Jennifer drove me to Target, where she bought me a pair of cheap flip-flops. Then we went to Laguardia, and waited for Alison. She arrived a bit later and gave me her keys and then rushed off to catch her plane.
At noon I got the keys from the realtor for the new apartment. I started moving things in immediately. Using our shopping cart and a pushcart I got from the hardware store, I moved soem boxes and clothes and stuff over to get them out of the way. I tested out all the keys and tried to figure out what went where. There were some that didn't seem to open anything, as well as the one for the front door, the one for the upstairs front door, the mail key, the apartment key, annd the key to the shed. In order to clear some room off my keychain, I took off some of the keys I wouldn't need immediately, like the one for the back door and the shed. Well, turns out the back door and the main apartment door use the same key. Thus, when I left at the end of the night, I locked myself out.
I discovered this early Sunday morning when I awoke early, ready to move more shit the four blocks to the new place. Sadly, the landlord hadn't yet made a key of the new locks and so I had locked the only key for that door inside the apartment. After calling a locksmith and paying the $100 fee, I decided to put all my keys on the keychain and not take any chances.
So those are my key stories. Somehow it doesn't surprise me that I am capable of getting locked out of two different apartments in as many days.