Not As Planned
Had today off. So I met up with Moonlightalice for a late lunch and came home, hoping to gchat some, prior to meeting up with brontoz0rus who was showing off my car to a potential buyer.
About 3:30 I got home, checked my email, saw a note asking me to water the plants on the balcony. (The new apartment has a small balcony to which we've added some over-the-railing planters). I dished out the first pot of water without incident, got another one, and this time closed the door behind me so I wouldn't let the hot air in.
...which turned out to be a bad move, as the door handle was locked.
So I was locked out on a ~4 sq ft balcony, covered in potting soil, in the sweltering heat, in boxers and a t-shirt. So I did the natural: denied that this stupid door could possibly lock out anyone, let alone me; considered breaking the glass to open the handle; pounded on it futilely. Then I started shouting down to random passersby (keeping in mind that this is still Harlem) asking if someone could please call a locksmith and/or somehow get a message through about the car pickup. A nice woman who worked at either the school or the hospital said she'd call, but couldn't get through to T and took 20 minutes to get a locksmith; she told me they were coming in half an hour, so I was mollified... for the first hour and a half.
Thankfully around about 6:30 my landlady came home so she was able to key in and let me off the balcony. I'm just lucky that I wasn't in direct sun...
About 3:30 I got home, checked my email, saw a note asking me to water the plants on the balcony. (The new apartment has a small balcony to which we've added some over-the-railing planters). I dished out the first pot of water without incident, got another one, and this time closed the door behind me so I wouldn't let the hot air in.
...which turned out to be a bad move, as the door handle was locked.
So I was locked out on a ~4 sq ft balcony, covered in potting soil, in the sweltering heat, in boxers and a t-shirt. So I did the natural: denied that this stupid door could possibly lock out anyone, let alone me; considered breaking the glass to open the handle; pounded on it futilely. Then I started shouting down to random passersby (keeping in mind that this is still Harlem) asking if someone could please call a locksmith and/or somehow get a message through about the car pickup. A nice woman who worked at either the school or the hospital said she'd call, but couldn't get through to T and took 20 minutes to get a locksmith; she told me they were coming in half an hour, so I was mollified... for the first hour and a half.
Thankfully around about 6:30 my landlady came home so she was able to key in and let me off the balcony. I'm just lucky that I wasn't in direct sun...