Locked Out

Ever lock yourself out of your house and have absolutely no way to get back in? Well I have. Today I took the trash out to the dumpster and didn't take my keys because it was just around the corner. What I didn't know is that the wooden door we have locks automatically when you close it, so I got locked out. So what did I do? I walked to King's College to get Sarah's keys. However, she was out with a group of her classmates working on an assignment where they had to do "streeters," interviewing people on the street like Rick Mercer does I guess. Well then I thought I was screwed. She wouldn't be back till noon and it was only 10:30. I walked back to the apartment and figured I would have to chill for a while until she came back.

It wasn't a total loss though, I ended up chatting with one of my upstairs neighbours for like an hour. We talked about all sorts of stuff. He moved here from B.C. his girlfriends is some kind of physicist or something with Dalhousie fixing a weather machine thingy, he recycles everything, and he told me about this bikeshare program where I can get myself a bike (to replace my stolen bike from St. John's). While we were chatting the landlord came so I was able to get her to let me in the apartment. So, all-in-all, it turned out much better than I though it was going to. The dude offer me a rocking chair, a hat, a camping stove, and a canoe while we were chatting. I would have taken him up on at least one of those if I had any place to put it or use it. I'll let you guess which one. Cheers.

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