Well, I knew it would happen one day and yesterday it did...we locked ourselves out of the apartment.
When Brett gets home from work, he always changes out of his suit pants and into his jeans. This time, he forgot to switch his wallet and keys from one to the other. I locked the door from the inside when we went out to go for a quick trip to the store. Brett realizes he doesn't have his keys and asks me if I had mine...of coarse I do not. Anywho, we called the manager of the apartments. No answer. We called the maintenance guy. No answer. We called a lock smith. $140. No way, we will find another way. The manager of the apts finally calls us back and tells us our neighbor has a key to all the apartments. See, his dad is the owner of some of them so I guess that is a perk he gets...make you feel safe don't it? ugh. WELL, being the good neighbor he was, he was going to charge us $25 to come downstairs and unlock our door. Seriously??? That is the neighborly thing to do? Pay you pocket money?? Why is everyone out for a buck around hrere?? Sorry, I am still a little bitter about that. Just as we were reluctantly about to agree to do this, the manager calls us back and gives us OUR landlords number and he comes down and unlocks our door. For free. He was down the street and was kind enough to help us out. The whole ordeal took about an hour and a half. Waiting with a sick baby out in the cold. No bottles. No diapers. No money. No car keys so we couldn't go anywhere. And a cell phone on its last battery life. We have decided to make a copy of our key and give it to a friend somewhere in town, maybe even our home teacher, so just in case it happens again we will be a little more prepared.
Ugh what a night. Good news though. My wonderful husband finished all the laundry. Even folded and hung them up!! Thanks honey! Love you lots!
3 comments:
wow that stinks (the key thing, not the laundry thing, that's way sweet). I'm super paranoid about being locked out so every time i lock the door i check to make sure i have my keys AND dave has his keys. if worst comes to worst, our upstairs neighbors have access to our apartment (good thing they're honest ppl)
I am so sorry ! that is awful!
well we lived on the second floor when we got married and did the same type of thing... everyone of course wanted to charge an arm and a leg... so what did we do? we hoisted Jake's sister up through the back of our complex through our bathroom window... tough work but we got in for FREE b/c I too was BITTER!
No southern hospitality around here!
That sucks Lydia! At least you were able to get back in your house..even though you had to pay someone to come unlock it! Check your pockets next time
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