The Rest of the Story...

So remember how I was locked out like a common bum? Well I found out the REST of the story. For one thing, at my roommate's defense, her cell phone was in the car so she didn't turn it off just to ignore me. That's good. But I found out that when my roommates were happily heading out the door the couldn't open it. They pulled and pulled. They tried to move the deadbolt and they got it to move a little bit but it wouldn't turn the whole way. So poor roommates were locked IN for a good little while, missing classes and such. They wondered for a little bit how I got out that morning when they all started to realize that maybe Nicole didn't come in at all last night. Then they called the apartment manager who came over and said, "Uh, do you know you have a key in your lock?" All it took was a good turn and the guy got the key out. When we all got together and shared our stories it was hilarious to put the whole thing together. Ahhh...roommate "bond-age".

My Night as a Hobo

So last night a spent the night as a hobo. I was studying for a math class with some friends until 2 am and when I came home I found that my roommates had locked the deadbolt. Not a problem! I have a key! I plug my key into the lock, turn it and hear a funny click noise which stops my key from completing the turn. Hmmm...maybe it was the other direction? So I try to turn it the opposite direction and it doesn't budge. Then I try to yank it out and it still is not moving. I yank for a good 3 minutes, but it's so darn diddly dad-gum cold that my fingers ache and all I can think about is getting warm ASAP. So I ring the doorbell a bunch of times, hoping my slumbering roommates will wake up and have pity on their shivering friend standing in her pajamas on the doorstep. No one answered that, so I called each one of their cell phones a dozen times with no answer (one of them even turned off their phone, which kind of irks me). Not wanting to leave my car key stuck in the door, I rip the deadbolt key off the ring and flee to the complex lounge where there is relative warmth. The lounge has a couch, a tv, and a ton of washers and dryers. I locked all the lounge doors and huddled on the couch, hoping sleep will come before my imagination gets the better of me...but I swear I kept hearing someone in the room. Over and over again the "rape" cheer my crazy roommate taught me played in my mind: "Stop! don't touch me there, this is my private square. R-A-P-E, get your hands away from me!" So I turned on the TV and thought that maybe I'd fall asleep to that. It's VERY cold in there, by the way. I watch Leno, MASH, a P90X and a tummy shaper info-mercial. I STILL can't sleep. It's SO cold!! I remember I have laundry in the washer and that I have one piddly quarter to dry it as much as possible. When the dryer is done, I stuff one of my newly washed pillow cases with damp clothes to use as a pillow, and use another pillow case as a blanket. After shimmying into the pillow case (which hardly made me any warmer) I finally fell asleep, waking up every couple hours because I'm having crazy dreams that I'm homeless because I'm the lady with the octuplets and I don't have a job. Morning finally comes...I repeat the doorbell, calling roommate routine with the same results so I stumble to work in my jammies with nappy hair and unbrushed teeth. Gahh...I have so much empathy for the homeless.