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Here's an embarassing anecdote.
Today I went to go clean my dance studio, like usual, and right as I pull up to park, my tap teacher is leaving. We exchange a few words and he leaves, I go inside and start cleaning. While Windexing the five million windows and mirrors, I saw the tiny window on the front door was extremely dirty from the outside, so I decided to clean it. I turned the handle, expecting it to be stuck and locked, but the door opened, and I just figured my tap teacher had accidently left it unlocked when he left. I clean the little window, and when I try to re-enter, to my dismay I find that the door has locked behind me. Now, not only am I completely keyless, phoneless, walletless, I am also without shoes because I clean barefoot. All I have with me is a bottle of Windex. I try the back door, but I locked it behind me when I got to the studio for safety, and my car is locked as well.
So I try the little house nextdoor, but no one answers, and the rest of the houses are pretty shady looking (not a great neighborhood). I then proceed to walk all the way down to the Conoco on the corner of 24th and Lindsey, barefoot, and slightly embarassed. There, I used their phone, and my dad came and brought me a key to my car. Then I had to drive to the studio owner's house, and luckily she was home to give me another key.
Today I went to go clean my dance studio, like usual, and right as I pull up to park, my tap teacher is leaving. We exchange a few words and he leaves, I go inside and start cleaning. While Windexing the five million windows and mirrors, I saw the tiny window on the front door was extremely dirty from the outside, so I decided to clean it. I turned the handle, expecting it to be stuck and locked, but the door opened, and I just figured my tap teacher had accidently left it unlocked when he left. I clean the little window, and when I try to re-enter, to my dismay I find that the door has locked behind me. Now, not only am I completely keyless, phoneless, walletless, I am also without shoes because I clean barefoot. All I have with me is a bottle of Windex. I try the back door, but I locked it behind me when I got to the studio for safety, and my car is locked as well.
So I try the little house nextdoor, but no one answers, and the rest of the houses are pretty shady looking (not a great neighborhood). I then proceed to walk all the way down to the Conoco on the corner of 24th and Lindsey, barefoot, and slightly embarassed. There, I used their phone, and my dad came and brought me a key to my car. Then I had to drive to the studio owner's house, and luckily she was home to give me another key.