I locked myself in the basement tonight while doing laundry. I mean, i could have gotten outside, but i had flip flops on and the back deck is covered in ice along with the backyard. And once i got outside, what was i going to do? I had no phone.
After considering breaking my back door down, which i suppose i could have - i started knocking on doors. My basement has three separate staircases, each going up to a different 4 apartments. There are a total of 12 apartments in my building. SOMEONE would answer the backdoor that no-one ever goes to, surely? After 4 apartments, i started to get anxious. I never go downstairs without my phone dammit, why did i do it tonight????
Finally a young man answered. Imagine. Some old lady knocking on your backdoor asking to use your phone. And then staying for an hour. In fairness, i was going to go wait in the basement for maintenance (who was not on site tonight) to come and unlock me. But he offered for me to stay. I had already begun talking to his kitty cats and ....mice. What a nice young man, single, 30, and an animal lover. I talked his ear off, we discussed the shit talking squirrels that visit us on the back deck and bears that make keeping our sliding glass doors open a little risky. And the gym. And dating. And family.
The kid has the patience of a saint. And he was raised right.
So now i'm going to buy him a case of Modelo as a thank you. Thank you Justin. You are a knight in shining armer. You give me faith in humanity.
Now, back to laundry.
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