I thought locking my keys in my car was bad but it turns out my boyfriend’s roommate got bitten by a dog several days ago. It really tore up his leg and he had to have surgery and spend a few days in the hospital. He’s out now but it’s infected and he’s got a fever and is really grumpy. AND he had to go to work for what was supposed to be a four-hour shift that turned into eleven hours, and he couldn’t beg it off because he just started this job.
“Holy crap, dude,” was all I could say. “I’m so sorry.”
Fortunately the dog’s owner is paying for all the medical expenses. He said he didn’t blame the dog because it was just trying to protect its family.
I locked my keys in my stupid car. At 3:00 in the morning. At my boyfriend’s apartment. While no one was home. Oh, and the key ring also contained the key to his apartment and the key to his building.
Fortunately, by the time I did this I had already let myself into the apartment and left its door unlocked as I was bringing stuff up. But I couldn’t leave the building door unlocked, and as it was I was forced to repeatedly buzz some random stranger’s apartment to wake her up so she could let me in. She was very unhappy. The more so her five-year-old.
“Don’t you ever &$%^$ buzz my apartment at 3:00 a.m. EVER AGAIN,” she said. I promised I would not. Maybe tomorrow I’ll drop by with cookies or something.
I have Triple-A. I’m waiting for them to come unlock the car. I’m very glad I don’t have to wait outside. It’s not too cold out but it’s kind of a dangerous neighborhood.