Why, yes, I *am* an idiot.
Feb. 19th, 2006 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I blew off Pa-kua (which was dumb by itself) and decided I'd go out for a bite to eat and do some grocery shopping -
jonbaker is at the OU conference about Pareve and it seemed like the seem to do.
So, about 3:00, I put on my scarf and my jacket and coat and waltzed down the steps and out the door, carefully locking it behind me.
Leaving my purse on the floor of my living room...which I realized as I walked to my front gate.
I rang my landlady's bell, since I'd only need to get in the front door - it's a two-family. No answer. I rang it again. No answer. There was a car in her driveway, but no one was home.
Panic. Panic. It's cold. I have no keys. I have no money. Panic. Panic. All I have is my PDA and my bus pass. No cell phone, because Jonathan has it. No credit cards. I'm hungry. I'm cold. Panic. And then I remember. I have my PDA. And on m PDA, under password protection, is my credit card information.
And the local places all know me.
So I walked to one such place - actually, where I'd been heading anyway - and get a somewhat bigger meal than I normally do, and it's not busy, and he knows me, so he just keyed in the number. I sat there for about an hour and half, reading from my PDA and eating slowly, and making faces at a pair of twin two year old boys.
Then I went home, praying that I could get in, and there was a second car in the driveway and she let me in, and I am *so* grateful.
But I'm still an idiot.
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So, about 3:00, I put on my scarf and my jacket and coat and waltzed down the steps and out the door, carefully locking it behind me.
Leaving my purse on the floor of my living room...which I realized as I walked to my front gate.
I rang my landlady's bell, since I'd only need to get in the front door - it's a two-family. No answer. I rang it again. No answer. There was a car in her driveway, but no one was home.
Panic. Panic. It's cold. I have no keys. I have no money. Panic. Panic. All I have is my PDA and my bus pass. No cell phone, because Jonathan has it. No credit cards. I'm hungry. I'm cold. Panic. And then I remember. I have my PDA. And on m PDA, under password protection, is my credit card information.
And the local places all know me.
So I walked to one such place - actually, where I'd been heading anyway - and get a somewhat bigger meal than I normally do, and it's not busy, and he knows me, so he just keyed in the number. I sat there for about an hour and half, reading from my PDA and eating slowly, and making faces at a pair of twin two year old boys.
Then I went home, praying that I could get in, and there was a second car in the driveway and she let me in, and I am *so* grateful.
But I'm still an idiot.
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Date: 2006-02-19 10:39 pm (UTC)I managed to forget my office keys on my desk one day - and I was to be alone in the office the next day. Of course I couldn't get in.
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Date: 2006-02-20 12:24 am (UTC)Oooh! What cute little kitties!
Debbie, that could happen to anybody.
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Date: 2006-02-19 10:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-20 12:15 am (UTC)Glad you were able to stay warm and eventually get back in the house.
Take care of yourself.
HUGZ
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Date: 2006-02-20 12:47 am (UTC)not an idiot
Date: 2006-02-20 01:45 am (UTC)(The other solution I've got is a set of keys at my folks', which is close enough to walk to, and usually has someone home at the hours I'd be coming home).
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Date: 2006-02-20 02:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-20 05:16 am (UTC)I've done it, locked the keys in and me out. Once upon when I still lived in Long Branch, NJ with my father and stepmother. They were away for the weekend. Almost as soon as the door slammed I knew what I had done. So I went over to my stepmother's folks, who I thought had a key to the place. Nope.
But they did have a dinner knife I could borrow that let me back in with alarming ease.
That's way I like the locks I've lived with in the city since that time. You have to have the key with you in order to lock the door on the way out. One can't forget the keys then. Of course, I have still gotten home late at night (specially when I was Nina Bogin's roommate) and left the keys in the apartment door on the way in. Even a time or two down on LBI when I went into my folks' house. But they had an outer storm door that hid the door knob and that was where the lock was.
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Date: 2006-02-20 04:59 pm (UTC)It seems to have been the day for it. A couple of people I know locked themselves out on Sunday.
Good that your local shops know you. It's good to live in that sort of neighborhood.
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Date: 2006-02-20 07:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-23 09:51 am (UTC)