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So i just got out of the shower, a very boring, normal, every day task. Which would be a really boring livejournal post except that today, because Allah moves in mysterious ways, and Loki has a sick sense of humor, and God basically just likes to laugh at people, today my roommate came back from whatever the hell he was doing-while i was in the shower-picked up whatever he needed, and went to work at the library, where he will stay until 11:00. Did i mention the part where he locked the door on his way out? I think that's an important part of the story.
So there i am, fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, headed back to my room-which, for those of you who haven't seen it, is a good 3 feet from the bathroom door. Only to discover that I, not having keys to the dorm on my person, am now locked out of my room holding: briefs, sandals, and an undershirt, wearing a towel.
Putting on my undershirt, i walk down the hallway, to see if anyone has mike's phone number, and can get him to run his ass back to fairhaven and LET ME IN. No one does, but Madeline and Cullen offer to go pick up my spare key from the main fairhaven lounge, as there is no way i am going to cross the courtyard wearing no pants, which wouldn't have worked anyway, because along with my keys my Western ID was in my room as well. EXTREMELY luckily, Greg the RA happened to walk through the hallway at this point, and i explained the story to him. I then got to spend an amusing (for everyone else) couple of minutes in Latasha and Madeline's room wearing my towel while everyone had a wonderful schadenfreude time.
When my roommate gets back from work, i think i might just stab him...
So there i am, fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, headed back to my room-which, for those of you who haven't seen it, is a good 3 feet from the bathroom door. Only to discover that I, not having keys to the dorm on my person, am now locked out of my room holding: briefs, sandals, and an undershirt, wearing a towel.
Putting on my undershirt, i walk down the hallway, to see if anyone has mike's phone number, and can get him to run his ass back to fairhaven and LET ME IN. No one does, but Madeline and Cullen offer to go pick up my spare key from the main fairhaven lounge, as there is no way i am going to cross the courtyard wearing no pants, which wouldn't have worked anyway, because along with my keys my Western ID was in my room as well. EXTREMELY luckily, Greg the RA happened to walk through the hallway at this point, and i explained the story to him. I then got to spend an amusing (for everyone else) couple of minutes in Latasha and Madeline's room wearing my towel while everyone had a wonderful schadenfreude time.
When my roommate gets back from work, i think i might just stab him...