Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Sunset (or how I managed to lock myself out of my apartment)

Today was a lazy day; a very lazy day. it consisted of waking, playing a video game and watching a movie. The trouble began after noticing that there seemed to be fruit flies in my kitchen. So I did what you are supposed to do. I got rid of the fruit that was likely drawing them. How they knew there was fruit was present and how they got into the house is beyond my intellectual scope and will forever remain a mystery.

I threw out the old fruit, took the bag out of the can tied it opened my front door and placed it on the door step. I turned to retrieve a pair of flip flops so I could walk down the stairs and throw the bag into the trash can. Something distracted me, I am not sure what it was anymore but I am certain it wasn't anything important and I forgot about the bag.

A few hours pass and I heard what almost could be described as a barking. It was as though two yippy (yappy?) dogs were fighting in the distance. "Odd," I thought. Then I heard scuttling and a struggle outside my door. I drew back the curtain to see two bushy tailed squirrels fighting over my bag of trash.

At this point I leapt into action grabbing my flip flops and headed for the door. Unsure of how protective these little warriors would be over the bag of trash I tried to make as much noise opening the door as possible. While doing this I also tried to open the door slowly so neither of the little bastards had a chance to get inside. The last thing I wanted was this squirrel on squirrel fight to turn into a cat vs squirrel cage match inside my apartment.

Luckily for me both squirrels took off down the steps and up the nearest tree. I snatched up the bag of trash and proudly shut my apartment door making a victory march to the trash can. After throwing the bag in I went back up the stairs only to find that the knob will not turn.

No big deal I will just walk around to the front of the house and knock on my landlords door and ask them to let me back in. It turns out no one was home. I turned away from the door and sat on the steps of the porch to think things over. Unfortunately in my laziness I didn't bother to get dressed and was only wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. This of course meant I didn't have my cell phone or my wallet on me.

So here I am on a sunday night in a new place, without a phone to call one of the few people I actually do know watching the sunset. The whole event was funny and even peaceful until I noticed that mosquitos were really starting to take a liking to my plump skin. So I sat there wishing I had a book to read while being assaulted by small bugs.

Around 9pm after about an hour of sitting and providing nourishment for the local bug population I saw my landlords parents drive up into their nearby driveway. I was saved! My landlords arrived on the scene within ten minutes and I was let back in.

So here I sit, itchy, typing this story of my stupidity.

3 comments:

  1. oh dear. it's a rite of passage i think, the first time you lock yourself out of a new place. you never have anything useful with you, you're rarely fully clothed, and there's always nobody around. you captured this moment in life very nicely. it's funny, and human. my personal distaste for flip flops makes reading about them in two separate paragraphs somewhat painful to me, but you do not have to write your blog to my tastes. :)

    glad you're back in, and have got this horrible right of passage over with! :)

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  2. It would lbe dishonest if I were to lead people to believe that this is the first time i have locked myself out of my apartment. Sadly this is the second time. The first time was no sweat as I went out to talk to my landlord in the yard. I don't remember ever having done that before. Also Mo, I love flip flops. I would wear them everyday of the year if weather allowed and where I live now it definitely won't allow.

    I can count no fewer than 6 mosquito bites today.

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  3. Those squirrels sound scary. . .

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