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!