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Sometimes I think I'm the biggest idiot on the planet. This past Sunday was one of those moments. I went with Ryan and Divya to see Skye in San Diego and we all went to Cirque Du Soleil on Saturday. Sunday I helped a little in their garden before I caught the train back to Los Angeles. (As an aside, trains are cool! I really enjoyed my journey on the Surfliner to San Juan Capistrano) At Union Station I got on the subway and then at Wilshire and Western I got on the bus that would take me to my home. My mother had dropped me off at the train station the day before with a hug and a "I'll see you on Monday sweetie, don't forget I've got the meeting Sunday in Santa Barbara." So I knew I'd have the apartment to myself that night, which I was looking forward to. So I walk up my stairs with my nice heavy bags and put my key in the screen door only to find that my key didn't work, then I noticed that the knob was different. Straight away I freaked out. Started to cry, the whole nine yards. I went across the street to the park and tried Mom's cell phone, but her cell doesn't work in Santa Barbara for some reason. So I'm now crying, walking with my heavy bags back to the house, and I see that my downstairs neighbors are home. So I go and talk to them. Turns out Mom had locked herself out of the house while getting ready to leave for Santa Barbara, she called a locksmith from the neighbors and he replaced the knob and lock. She hadn't left a key with them though. So now I know what happened but I still don't have a place to sleep that night. So I called my friend Kara, who rescued me (I'm surprised that my neighbors didn't offer me their couch, but oh well, right?) and I went to her house. Luckily Mom had forgotten to lock the laundry room and I had one outfit for work in there. So off we went to Kara's. And I tried calling Mom all night long. I didn't sleep much, but I headed off to work, lugging my bags from the weekend. I kept trying to reach my mother and at about 9:30 I finally did. She asked me what had happened and I told her. She then said to me "Honey, didn't you try turning the knob?" She had left it unlocked! So I suffered for nothing, I could have slept in my own bed that night. Yet another example of Suzette the Dunce.