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so there's this old guy in my apartment complex; as far as i can tell he lives alone and he's lived here quite awhile. and i believe he must live in perpetual dread of my weekly laundry day.
you see, for some reason that i am not aware of, this man has been entrusted with the duty of keeper of the spare keys. and almost every month, i will lock myself out of my apartment running out to change my laundry without the key. and everytime i go and knock on his door and wait while he meanders his way to it and stares at me through the peephole until he decides to open it. then i will say, a mixture of embarassed and apologetic, "guess what i just did.."
and every time he gets his spare from somewhere within his apartment and it doesn't work and so he has to go down to the "locker room" (one of these days i am going to follow him instead of waiting at my door) to get the other spare which works fine for some reason. even if i remind him of this, he still does the same thing.
one of these days i am going to have to make him some cookies or something.
you see, for some reason that i am not aware of, this man has been entrusted with the duty of keeper of the spare keys. and almost every month, i will lock myself out of my apartment running out to change my laundry without the key. and everytime i go and knock on his door and wait while he meanders his way to it and stares at me through the peephole until he decides to open it. then i will say, a mixture of embarassed and apologetic, "guess what i just did.."
and every time he gets his spare from somewhere within his apartment and it doesn't work and so he has to go down to the "locker room" (one of these days i am going to follow him instead of waiting at my door) to get the other spare which works fine for some reason. even if i remind him of this, he still does the same thing.
one of these days i am going to have to make him some cookies or something.