QotD: Dude Where's My Keys?
What's the story behind a time when you got locked out?
Our deadbolt needed to be replaced last year, which meant new house keys. I was away the week our landlord replaced the locks which left me without a key, but my roommate Walter was going to duck out of work to come home and let me in.
He had it all planned out: I would call him when I got from the airport to the train station, a 40 minute notice. Then I would call him again when I transfered trains at Embarcadero Station, which was about 20 minutes for both of us to get to the house.
At least that was the plan, but he didn't get the messages. He was in a meeting and didn't realize he didn't have service in that particular room. It was only when he started wondering why I hadn't called he discovered that.
I was returning from a week long bike ride SF to LA, which was exhausting enough on it's own, but I'd also gotten sick on the ride (there was this nasty stomach thing that was going around, I came very close to bonking one day and spent the afternoon on an IV, anyway...) and there was nothing I wanted more than to go lie down in my bed. I sat on our porch for almost an hour, tired and misserable as I waited. He was happy to see me again, but I must have been a sad sight.
