In which doors thwart me at every turn
I have the worst luck with doors. Every year I seem to have an ~*unfortunate incident*~ with a door. In my first year of university, I was living in the dorms, and one night I went out with a friend and realized halfway through the night that my keys weren't in my purse. I looked for them everywhere, but to no avail; we called it quits and took the subway back to res in defeat. I went to the porter's office and told him what happened and he went upstairs to unlock my dorm room for me. When we got to my door, I found my keys dangling from the doorknob. The relief overcame the embarrassment. XD
In my second year...well, at least this time, it wasn't my fault. I was living with some friends in a suite-style apartment on the top floor of a house. I woke up in the middle of the night, tried to open my room door in a daze and found that the knob wouldn't turn. I shrugged and went back to bed. The next morning, I woke up nice and early to do some massive cramming before my exam later that afternoon. The doorknob still wouldn't turn. I roused my housemates from slumber by banging on the wall and calling them on their cell phones. The door wouldn't open from the outside either; turned out the bolt was actually stuck. So my housemates called more people up from downstairs, and they tried coat hangers and butter knives. They even slid a butter knife under the door and I was able to remove the knob from the inside. The bolt was still stuck. I was frantic by this time and was even considering to email the TA about how I was stuck inside my room and won't be able to make the exam. One of my friends tried digging at the wood with a knife and got shavings all over the carpet. Still stuck. So finally, she got fed up, grabbed a hammer and just slammed at the bolt. That did the job, heh. Again, much relief (I made it to the exam, didn't do too well though XD;).
Third year: now I'm living in a house with single rooms and shared facilities. I was in a hurry one day and I left my keys inside my room. Getting into the house wasn't so bad; I simply knocked on the window of one of my housemates' rooms. I called my friend over and had the utmost faith in him because he's had some practise with breaking into rooms (heh, weird people, weird hobbies ;)). He even brought equipment with him, including a Swiss army knife, pliers, and a hammer. After much shoving and twisting, and after breaking my one and only butter knife, he still couldn't get the door open. I was a bit more frantic now, so I caved and called the landlord -- turned out that he was several provinces away and wouldn't be back until later in the week. So, back to shoving and twisting it was. Finally, my friend got fed up, gave my door a hard shoulder slam, did some twist thing and got my door open. There was relief...but there were also cracks in my door. I had to get glue and paint to cover up the damage. XD;;
I'm not quite yet into my fourth year, but the door-devil paid me a visit anyway. I got locked out again. It was, like, 2am, and I just came back from my shower, pjs and no glasses and all, and found my door somehow locked. The last time one of my housemates locked herself out after a shower and called the landlord at 11pm, the landlord was pissed -- I had no desire to try his temper at 2am. I also didn't have his number since my cell phone was in my room. I admit it, I felt panicked. My housemate who lives right next door to me locks herself out of her room all the time and has now perfected her breaking-and-entering technique -- but her door is easier to break into than mine (which is not necessarily a good thing at times -- she's scared that a hobo might break in XD). She was already asleep and I felt horrible for rousing her, but I had no other choice. She was awfully nice about it and grabbed her usual lock-breaking tool from the kitchen and did the shove-and-twist thing. I tried the same with a bobby pin that was left out in the hall from the last break-in attempt (I'm so useless when it comes to breaking in ;;;). To no avail. At this point, I was ready to give up and just sleep in the hall and call the landlord in the morning. I thought my housemate went to get his number for me, when she came back with a folded piece of paper. She did a twist-thing with the paper and to our shock, it actually worked! I feel so relieved that I'm sitting in front of my computer right now instead trying to sleep in the hallway.
(my life is sad to the extent that i just wrote a ridiculously long entry on how doors and locks always get the better of me D: *SIGH!*)
In my second year...well, at least this time, it wasn't my fault. I was living with some friends in a suite-style apartment on the top floor of a house. I woke up in the middle of the night, tried to open my room door in a daze and found that the knob wouldn't turn. I shrugged and went back to bed. The next morning, I woke up nice and early to do some massive cramming before my exam later that afternoon. The doorknob still wouldn't turn. I roused my housemates from slumber by banging on the wall and calling them on their cell phones. The door wouldn't open from the outside either; turned out the bolt was actually stuck. So my housemates called more people up from downstairs, and they tried coat hangers and butter knives. They even slid a butter knife under the door and I was able to remove the knob from the inside. The bolt was still stuck. I was frantic by this time and was even considering to email the TA about how I was stuck inside my room and won't be able to make the exam. One of my friends tried digging at the wood with a knife and got shavings all over the carpet. Still stuck. So finally, she got fed up, grabbed a hammer and just slammed at the bolt. That did the job, heh. Again, much relief (I made it to the exam, didn't do too well though XD;).
Third year: now I'm living in a house with single rooms and shared facilities. I was in a hurry one day and I left my keys inside my room. Getting into the house wasn't so bad; I simply knocked on the window of one of my housemates' rooms. I called my friend over and had the utmost faith in him because he's had some practise with breaking into rooms (heh, weird people, weird hobbies ;)). He even brought equipment with him, including a Swiss army knife, pliers, and a hammer. After much shoving and twisting, and after breaking my one and only butter knife, he still couldn't get the door open. I was a bit more frantic now, so I caved and called the landlord -- turned out that he was several provinces away and wouldn't be back until later in the week. So, back to shoving and twisting it was. Finally, my friend got fed up, gave my door a hard shoulder slam, did some twist thing and got my door open. There was relief...but there were also cracks in my door. I had to get glue and paint to cover up the damage. XD;;
I'm not quite yet into my fourth year, but the door-devil paid me a visit anyway. I got locked out again. It was, like, 2am, and I just came back from my shower, pjs and no glasses and all, and found my door somehow locked. The last time one of my housemates locked herself out after a shower and called the landlord at 11pm, the landlord was pissed -- I had no desire to try his temper at 2am. I also didn't have his number since my cell phone was in my room. I admit it, I felt panicked. My housemate who lives right next door to me locks herself out of her room all the time and has now perfected her breaking-and-entering technique -- but her door is easier to break into than mine (which is not necessarily a good thing at times -- she's scared that a hobo might break in XD). She was already asleep and I felt horrible for rousing her, but I had no other choice. She was awfully nice about it and grabbed her usual lock-breaking tool from the kitchen and did the shove-and-twist thing. I tried the same with a bobby pin that was left out in the hall from the last break-in attempt (I'm so useless when it comes to breaking in ;;;). To no avail. At this point, I was ready to give up and just sleep in the hall and call the landlord in the morning. I thought my housemate went to get his number for me, when she came back with a folded piece of paper. She did a twist-thing with the paper and to our shock, it actually worked! I feel so relieved that I'm sitting in front of my computer right now instead trying to sleep in the hallway.
(my life is sad to the extent that i just wrote a ridiculously long entry on how doors and locks always get the better of me D: *SIGH!*)