It was bound to happen sooner or later. Apartment doors here automatically latch shut when they close.
Right after we moved, I heard a story about a poor lady who was 5 months pregnant getting locked out at 8:00 a.m. They were so new, she didn’t know her husband’s work phone number and had no money on her. Luckily, she got some assistance from the American Women’s Club and made it through the day until her husband returned home that evening.

Yesterday, I went for a run. I walked out of the apartment and shut the door…with my keys still on the table by the door! I was locked out.


This is perhaps the only running gear that is worse than what I had on. Normally, I just don’t care what I look like when I’m running. Once the door locked, I regretted my apathy because it meant I had to run across town to his work to get the keys.
I showed up at his very busy office building 45 minutes later looking like a hot mess. I was mortified. Compared to me, Snookie is looking good for a workout
Unfortunately, he was in meetings so I had to sit and wait in the lobby while people walked by. It was worth it though because I was able to get the keys from him. Once I had them in my hot little hands, I got the heck out of Dodge and ran back home.