A little light on details.
So once upon a time, my friend Thomas wanted to go looking for used clothes with me. So I take my laptop with me, because I want to listen to something on it. So after about an hour of sifting through miscellaneous shit, we decide to make our purchases and leave.
Right as Thomas drives away, after dropping me off, I think to my self OH FUCK, I LEFT MY COMPUTER IN HIS CAR, so I stick my hand in my pocket and discover, what's this? I've left my phone inside my apartment, so I rush inside to get my phone, only to discover that my door's been locked.
So I go around the back, open the one window that doesn't have a screen over it, and I try to reach in, between the security bars, to get my phone out. But it's too far. So I try something else. I get a broom that sits in my back yard, and a stick, and try to lift my phone up to get it out, but what happens then? My phone falls out from between the two sticks, and into the space underneath my bed.
FANTASTIC!
So I go to my neighbor's house, to try to call someone for help. But, my mom, being paranoid, doesn't answer.
So I try to call my stepfather. No answer.
So my neighbor offers to give me a lift to the place my mom works.
My neighbor, it turns out, was a fisherman in Alaska for 19 years. And makes for terrible conversation.
Unfortunately for both of us, I don't remember until I get there and talk to one of her coworkers, she's in Las Cruces today.
So my neighbor drives me back, explains why it would be a bad idea to try to pull the bars off my window.
So I stuff all the things I bought earlier, a pair of speakers, a jumpsuit, and some camouflage pants, into the window, and decide to take a walk in the direction of another one of my friends' houses, in the hopes that he might be home and at least could call Thomas to make sure my laptop is secure.
He's not home either.
His dad calls him. He's out job hunting.
So I end up sitting around in his room for a couple hours. I'm to the point of tired that this is funny
Turns out my mom came home five minutes after I left and locked the door.
... Knowing that i don't have keys anymore.
This is the fifth or sixth time I've been locked out of my apartment since January.
Goodnight everybody.
Have a crappy weekend, I hope your house burns down.
Right as Thomas drives away, after dropping me off, I think to my self OH FUCK, I LEFT MY COMPUTER IN HIS CAR, so I stick my hand in my pocket and discover, what's this? I've left my phone inside my apartment, so I rush inside to get my phone, only to discover that my door's been locked.
So I go around the back, open the one window that doesn't have a screen over it, and I try to reach in, between the security bars, to get my phone out. But it's too far. So I try something else. I get a broom that sits in my back yard, and a stick, and try to lift my phone up to get it out, but what happens then? My phone falls out from between the two sticks, and into the space underneath my bed.
FANTASTIC!
So I go to my neighbor's house, to try to call someone for help. But, my mom, being paranoid, doesn't answer.
So I try to call my stepfather. No answer.
So my neighbor offers to give me a lift to the place my mom works.
My neighbor, it turns out, was a fisherman in Alaska for 19 years. And makes for terrible conversation.
Unfortunately for both of us, I don't remember until I get there and talk to one of her coworkers, she's in Las Cruces today.
So my neighbor drives me back, explains why it would be a bad idea to try to pull the bars off my window.
So I stuff all the things I bought earlier, a pair of speakers, a jumpsuit, and some camouflage pants, into the window, and decide to take a walk in the direction of another one of my friends' houses, in the hopes that he might be home and at least could call Thomas to make sure my laptop is secure.
He's not home either.
His dad calls him. He's out job hunting.
So I end up sitting around in his room for a couple hours. I'm to the point of tired that this is funny
Turns out my mom came home five minutes after I left and locked the door.
... Knowing that i don't have keys anymore.
This is the fifth or sixth time I've been locked out of my apartment since January.
Goodnight everybody.
Have a crappy weekend, I hope your house burns down.