So last week I locked myself out of the apartment when I went downstairs to do laundry. I was stuck out in the hallway for 3-1/2 hours in my bare feet with nothing but a bucket of laundry detergent until Devon came home, because my pride wouldn’t let me use a neighbor’s phone to call him to ask him to come home and let my sorry, forgetful ass in.
My pride hates me.
When I told him the story, he was all, “You’re going to blog this, aren’t you?” And it seems like a slam dunk, what with me taking a nap in the hallway with my laundry-detergent bucket as a pillow. But the truth is, it actually wasn’t so bad. A neighbor supplemented my bucket with some socks, a cereal bar, a jacket and some magazines. Another neighbor let me hang at her place for a bit before her daughter had to go to sleep. So instead of a series of misadventures, I have a story that renews my faith in community, and a pretty dull blog entry.
Damn you, community!
Monica, I usually don’t comment on a commentators comment, I’m sure it’s improper blogger etiquette, but what the heck is that guy commenting about?
You should be thankful you didn’t decide to through the undies in the wash and dash up stairs in the nude. It would have made for a interesting, all be it desperate moment.
Comment above smelled like spam, so I trashed it.
And yes, that would have been difficult. Damn entertaining for the people in my building, though. “Oh, I see you work on your calves, but your stomach’s a little jiggly.”