It sounds fun, doesn't it? It's not. At least, not without Nina. Last year, our adventure took place in Daytona. This year, I was alone.
At 11:00, I stepped outside to call Sarah because my phone often drops calls in my apartment. I locked myself out. At first, it was no big deal because Sarah has a spare. I felt bad about inconveniencing her, but that was it. Well, her key didn't work. So we went to Nina's to get her spare, and that one didn't work either. They were both like, "Didn't you try out the keys after you had them made???" This never even occurred to me. Seriously, sometimes I wonder how I manage to function at all in the adult world.
So then I decided to call a locksmith. It would be expensive, but I desperately wanted a shower. And my allergy medicine. And my latest Sookie Stackhouse novel. And most of all, my own bed. The dispatcher said she'd send someone right away, so I insisted that Sarah leave me. At this point, it was 1:00 and she had to be up early for work. She left reluctantly, ordering me to take a cab to her place if no one had shown up within an hour. After an hour, I called the place back, and the dispatcher apologized profusely, saying someone was coming. At 2:30 I called again with the same result. After another similar phone call at 3:00, I decided to find another locksmith. I probably wouldv'e done it earlier, but of course my phone was about to die, and I didn't want to waste the battery looking for other guys when one was supposedly coming. Also, I figured at the worst, I could sleep in my car and wait for my landlord to get up and let me in. Luckily, the other locksmith showed up around 3:45. $180 and 2 minutes later, I was back in my place.
Those three and a half hours were awful. I learned that there are some very creepy men who walk around my neighborhood late at night. There were lots of bugs, and it was really hot and humid. But I was thankful for several things:
1. I had the money to pay the locksmith.
2. I was wearing a bra. (I had on my pajama top and capris and almost didn't wear a bra.)
3. I had reading material. My awesome friend Anne gave me a box of romance novels as a gift for singing at her wedding. (More on that later.) Thank goodness I'd left it in my car. I read an entire Harlequin while waiting.
4. It was a warm night.
5. I didn't have to pee.
It could have been worse. But it still seriously sucked. FML.
At 11:00, I stepped outside to call Sarah because my phone often drops calls in my apartment. I locked myself out. At first, it was no big deal because Sarah has a spare. I felt bad about inconveniencing her, but that was it. Well, her key didn't work. So we went to Nina's to get her spare, and that one didn't work either. They were both like, "Didn't you try out the keys after you had them made???" This never even occurred to me. Seriously, sometimes I wonder how I manage to function at all in the adult world.
So then I decided to call a locksmith. It would be expensive, but I desperately wanted a shower. And my allergy medicine. And my latest Sookie Stackhouse novel. And most of all, my own bed. The dispatcher said she'd send someone right away, so I insisted that Sarah leave me. At this point, it was 1:00 and she had to be up early for work. She left reluctantly, ordering me to take a cab to her place if no one had shown up within an hour. After an hour, I called the place back, and the dispatcher apologized profusely, saying someone was coming. At 2:30 I called again with the same result. After another similar phone call at 3:00, I decided to find another locksmith. I probably wouldv'e done it earlier, but of course my phone was about to die, and I didn't want to waste the battery looking for other guys when one was supposedly coming. Also, I figured at the worst, I could sleep in my car and wait for my landlord to get up and let me in. Luckily, the other locksmith showed up around 3:45. $180 and 2 minutes later, I was back in my place.
Those three and a half hours were awful. I learned that there are some very creepy men who walk around my neighborhood late at night. There were lots of bugs, and it was really hot and humid. But I was thankful for several things:
1. I had the money to pay the locksmith.
2. I was wearing a bra. (I had on my pajama top and capris and almost didn't wear a bra.)
3. I had reading material. My awesome friend Anne gave me a box of romance novels as a gift for singing at her wedding. (More on that later.) Thank goodness I'd left it in my car. I read an entire Harlequin while waiting.
4. It was a warm night.
5. I didn't have to pee.
It could have been worse. But it still seriously sucked. FML.
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