Me v.s. Outdoors
ok, dig this shit. I had what could be called an adventure yesterday.
I stepped out on the porch for a few minutes, then discovered when I wanted to go inside that the door had locked behind me. I set to trying to open the door with the myriad of cards in my wallet, but was having no luck. After a while a UPS guy showed up, so I asked him to buzz my landlords for me, that they might go inside and unlock the door to my porch. They were not in.
I continued to fiddle with the lock for a while, then noticed that the person who had come down to meet the UPS guy was hanging around the door. Not only that, he was repeatedly ringing all of the bells of the building. I asked him what the problem was, he had locked himself out. The door to his apartment was unlocked, but the building had effectively shut him out. "Could you come down and let me in?"
"Well, I would, but, I've been locked out on my porch for about half an hour or so."
"You're joking, right?"
"Oh, God, that I could joke about such a thing."
"This is almost funny, but it's not."
I threw him a supply of my cards, and, together, we tried picking locks. No fucking good, though.
After some more of that, I realized that the window to my porch was open (closed, but unlocked). I opened the outer pane and the screen easily, but couldn't get the inner window to budge. The other exiled was appraised of the situation and went to find things to pry with. I tried a couple of sticks, a wedge for under the door, a snow shovel, until, finally, he found a nice pointy garden spade. It did the trick, and I climbed in the window and ran downstairs to let him in, lickety split.
Time wasted, about two hours, not including the time lost due to the headache I induced under the stress of not knowing when I would get in (I figured out that I clench the muscles in my head when I'm worried, causing a minor migraine.)
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I stepped out on the porch for a few minutes, then discovered when I wanted to go inside that the door had locked behind me. I set to trying to open the door with the myriad of cards in my wallet, but was having no luck. After a while a UPS guy showed up, so I asked him to buzz my landlords for me, that they might go inside and unlock the door to my porch. They were not in.
I continued to fiddle with the lock for a while, then noticed that the person who had come down to meet the UPS guy was hanging around the door. Not only that, he was repeatedly ringing all of the bells of the building. I asked him what the problem was, he had locked himself out. The door to his apartment was unlocked, but the building had effectively shut him out. "Could you come down and let me in?"
"Well, I would, but, I've been locked out on my porch for about half an hour or so."
"You're joking, right?"
"Oh, God, that I could joke about such a thing."
"This is almost funny, but it's not."
I threw him a supply of my cards, and, together, we tried picking locks. No fucking good, though.
After some more of that, I realized that the window to my porch was open (closed, but unlocked). I opened the outer pane and the screen easily, but couldn't get the inner window to budge. The other exiled was appraised of the situation and went to find things to pry with. I tried a couple of sticks, a wedge for under the door, a snow shovel, until, finally, he found a nice pointy garden spade. It did the trick, and I climbed in the window and ran downstairs to let him in, lickety split.
Time wasted, about two hours, not including the time lost due to the headache I induced under the stress of not knowing when I would get in (I figured out that I clench the muscles in my head when I'm worried, causing a minor migraine.)
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