Embarrassment 101
Oct. 15th, 2006 01:41 amArgh. I went downtown to finally pick out new eyeglasses - I had frames in mind already. I was going to spring for glasses with sunglass clip-ons, but they no longer carry that frame, so I had to go with second runner up.
Then I stopped at BB&B and picked up some fall-scented candles...and a keychain shaped like a pig. It's a flashlight! It's snout lights up when you press a button, and it oinks! I couldn't resist. I told the cashier I'd just put it in my pocket instead of shoving it in the ginormous bag she put the candles in. She asked why I didn't just put it on my keychain.
And that's when I realized I left the apartment without any keys.
Tenants are often embarrassed about locking themselves out of their apartments. Not to lessen their anguish, but it is at least twice as embarrassing to do that when you're one of the managers.
I got home and to the front door just as a visitor was calling up to their host, who, instead of just buzzing her in said he'd be down. So I waited instead of calling my boss to beg him to let me in. And waited. And waited. The dude took forever, and so I had to have awkward conversation with the woman for about ten minutes. Meanwhile, my bladder was killing me. Yadda, yadda. So, I got in at long last and dashed for my super secret hiding place where I keep my spare key (hey, this isn't the first time I've been locked out).
And that's when my hottie neighbor and his hottie brother totally caught me getting my spare key out. And teased me mercilessly.
The end.
Then I stopped at BB&B and picked up some fall-scented candles...and a keychain shaped like a pig. It's a flashlight! It's snout lights up when you press a button, and it oinks! I couldn't resist. I told the cashier I'd just put it in my pocket instead of shoving it in the ginormous bag she put the candles in. She asked why I didn't just put it on my keychain.
And that's when I realized I left the apartment without any keys.
Tenants are often embarrassed about locking themselves out of their apartments. Not to lessen their anguish, but it is at least twice as embarrassing to do that when you're one of the managers.
I got home and to the front door just as a visitor was calling up to their host, who, instead of just buzzing her in said he'd be down. So I waited instead of calling my boss to beg him to let me in. And waited. And waited. The dude took forever, and so I had to have awkward conversation with the woman for about ten minutes. Meanwhile, my bladder was killing me. Yadda, yadda. So, I got in at long last and dashed for my super secret hiding place where I keep my spare key (hey, this isn't the first time I've been locked out).
And that's when my hottie neighbor and his hottie brother totally caught me getting my spare key out. And teased me mercilessly.
The end.