I am ze burglar in the night
Okay, so more like the late afternoon or early evening. But that's getting ahead of the story (which isn't that long in the first place and really shouldn't be jumped ahead of on), so let's go into the way back (not that way back) machine to the beginning of ... what's happened.
Paula came over to my apartment to hang out. It was pretty awesome, but we had a small problem! Both of us were hungry! So, using a cunning plan involving the internet, a cell phone and a shoddy bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts, we ordered pizza for pick up at the Hut. After a few minutes waiting, we went to get it.
And get it we did. After resisting the temptation to steal a small scooter (it was a small temptation and thus easy to resist), we picked it up and TALLY HO to home. But then we got to the front door and a singular situation presented itself. The door was locked and both keys were inside. What to do?!
I called the landlord. He said he'd track down a key and come over. And then ... my unused but previously finely honed burglary senses came to the fore. Using brute force and a minor application of intelligence, I lifted a pane of glass out of the door, reached inside and unlocked the door. We were in! Now to steal the Royal Arcadian Diamond and dodge its curse!
Oh, wait, it was only my apartment.
Paula came over to my apartment to hang out. It was pretty awesome, but we had a small problem! Both of us were hungry! So, using a cunning plan involving the internet, a cell phone and a shoddy bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts, we ordered pizza for pick up at the Hut. After a few minutes waiting, we went to get it.
And get it we did. After resisting the temptation to steal a small scooter (it was a small temptation and thus easy to resist), we picked it up and TALLY HO to home. But then we got to the front door and a singular situation presented itself. The door was locked and both keys were inside. What to do?!
I called the landlord. He said he'd track down a key and come over. And then ... my unused but previously finely honed burglary senses came to the fore. Using brute force and a minor application of intelligence, I lifted a pane of glass out of the door, reached inside and unlocked the door. We were in! Now to steal the Royal Arcadian Diamond and dodge its curse!
Oh, wait, it was only my apartment.