more from the "this stuff only happens to me" dept.

[lizziebelle]

A little while ago, my doorbell rang so I hopped up to see who it was. I peeked out the door, and it was just the new phonebook being delivered, so I went to open the door to retrieve it. The door didn't open. The handle turned, and nothing happened. Hmmmm. It's been sticking a bit when I leave, but working fine from the inside. I dug out my screwdriver, a nail file, and a butter knife and tried inserting each instrument in various ways with no success. Rut-ro. I called my landlord and left messages on his home and office phones, and started concocting scenarios in my head. Just as I was about to have a panic attack, the phone rang and it was him. "Breathe," he said. He showed up with his partner and they tried various things, including trying to figure out how to get in through the window (it's the kind you crank out, which makes it difficult to get in through, but fairly burgler-proof. Small consolation). Finally, his partner walks me through taking the doorknob apart, and they get in (and I can get out). They look at it, put it back together, and it doesn't work again. They took it apart again, and now they're off getting a replacement. I'm thankful that the Verizon folks chose this morning to deliver the yellow pages; otherwise, this might have happened as I was leaving for festival this afternoon, and that would've totally thrown me off.

Jeez louise.

ETA: Doorknob all fixed. Yay!