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6:15 on a Wednesday morning

I locked myself out this morning. It happened like this:

Wednesday, rubbish collection day; my weekly exercise run schlepping the bin bags downstairs to put them at the kerb for the binmen to come and take them away. And this morning, one of them had a hole in it, and left a trail of kitty litter. As I was on my way to work, I debated for a minute whether to leave it or go back and clean it up, then decided I couldn't very well leave the incriminating evidence leading right back to my front door, got back indoors to get a dustpan, put my purse down (this is important!), swept up the mess, and walked right out into the street to deposit the stuff in the gutter...and didn't realise my mistake until I heard the entrance door to the complex slam shut behind me. There I was, at 6:15 a.m. standing outside my building on the pavement, holding a dustpan; and my keys, money, travelcard and mobile phone were on the other side of the bloody door!

My Mum's got a spare set of keys. I could walk over to her house; that would only take me about an hour to reach. I looked up at my neighbours' windows: all the curtains were still drawn. I decided to wait until one of them would come down to go to work, and open the door for me. I didn't think it would take more than 2 hours for that to happen!

Well, at least it wasn't raining. I would have hated that. So I hung around, trying my best to loiter suspiciously, but unfortunately no one had the presence of mind to call the police. Some people passed by walking their dogs, but no one seemed to think it was all that odd to see a woman holding a dustpan in the street, looking up at windows to see if anyone's awake yet. Went through my repertoire of CoRo songs in my head, and sat down before I fell.

"You poor lamb! Why didn't you ring the doorbell, get me out of bed?", my neighbour asked. Duh! (Why didn't I?)

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bogwitch
Aug. 11th, 2004 05:41 am (UTC)
Oops. I'm very paranoid about that happening to me now.

Wednesday's my bin day too, funny that.
gamiila
Aug. 11th, 2004 05:54 am (UTC)
Oops. I'm very paranoid about that happening to me now.

It doesn't happen to me often, but when it does, it's always when it's most inconvenient. Like the last time before this morning, when someone came to interview me -- I just ran out to get some coffee and biscuits at the corner shop, taking my purse out of my bag, but forgetting my keys. I looked a right wally when the interviewer arrived, and we had to retire to the park nearby, keeping an eye out for my Mum to come to the rescue...
bogwitch
Aug. 11th, 2004 06:52 am (UTC)
That kind of implies that there is a time that's convenient!

gamiila
Aug. 11th, 2004 07:40 am (UTC)
Well...yeah...obviously, it's not all that inconvenient a thing to happen when one's just discovered a 10 ft long boa constrictor in one's kitchen cupboard, or there's a gas explosion 2 minutes after the door closed behind one, or...yea, you're right: convenient isn't the word I should have used. Embarrassing, then?
bogwitch
Aug. 11th, 2004 07:56 am (UTC)
10ft Boa? When did that happen (because to you it probably did!)?

(maybe the gas explosion can deal with the snake problem)
gamiila
Aug. 11th, 2004 08:03 am (UTC)
10ft Boa? When did that happen?

Well, it hasn't yet - but that's not to say it won't, ever...
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