The Day I Couldn't Leave

I came home the other night, exhausted from yet another day of multiple jobs, paint supplies and freelance work. I kicked my shoes off and turned around to lock my apartment door. When I turned the knob it just spun repeatedly without catching on anything and then promptly fell out into my hands.

Eh, just another thing to tell the landlord about when I get a chance. So I put the lock to the side and crawled into bed (I have two doors so it's ok to leave one unlocked. No big deal).

The next morning I woke up with a headache that could knock out a bear and a nose that reminded me all too clearly what winter feels like. So I emailed my job from my Blackberry and managed to work out an apology. I just couldn't go in. An hour later I woke up with a list of a million things to do (laundry, art, shopwiki guides, blogs, etc etc). So I grabbed my keys, threw on some shoes and dragged my sniffly nose out the door.

Or at least I tried.

During the night one of my well-intentioned neighbors had locked my door for me. They noticed it was left slightly ajar and used a key to turn the lock from the outside.Securing me (permanently) on the inside.

I jiggled, I wiggled, I pried. I did everything I could to get that door open before throwing my hands in the air and excepting the inevitable.

I was locked INSIDE my apartment.

So I called my landlord, "HI, it's Nikki downstairs. I'm... uh.... locked inside my apartment. The lock fell out"
Her, "I no understand. I'm sorry?"
*did I mention she doesn't speak English?*
Me, "My... door.... locked.... I'm inside.... can't get out..."
Her, "sorry, my English still very bad....
*sincerely*
"what is wrong?"
Me, *desperate and slightly panicked*
"Help me."
Her, "ummmm..."

Somehow I managed to get her downstairs. Through my glass door I could see her pull out her set of keys. I tried to motion wildly on the other side of the door. The lock fell out. She didn't notice, so I tapped on the glass like a stupid zoo animal.Pay attention, watch me dance.

We motioned back and forth. She shrugged. Then disappeared.

Ten minutes later I got a call, "The man is going to come fix the door. 3 hours?"
Me, "......"
Her, "sorry."

Well, what is a girl to do? Needless to say I sat in my apartment, with no internet. Oh, did I mention that my internet was broken this day as well? And my shower is on the OUTSIDE of that door. So I sat, smelly, dirty and internetless for an entire day, with sporadic outbursts of laughter.

I mean, come on! I was stuck INSIDE my apartment.

Who else could something like that happen to? Who else but me?

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