I recently came down with a cold (yaaayyy), and left work two hours early. This meant I could take a two hour nap! Oh, the excitement! I set an alarm for an hour before class.
I was late for class. But, not for the reason you would think. My alarm went off just fine. I got ready on time, was on schedule, even ate something. As I go to open the door, the doorknob won't turn.
I lied. It will turn, just enough to give me a nice tease, but not enough to open the actual door. I start to panic, making my hands sweat, and forcing my grip to ease on my doorknob.
I then run to Kelli's room, wake her up from her blissful and precious sleep, in order to OPEN A DOOR. She can't get it either. I then start laughing at the stupidity of being locked INSIDE your apartment.
She was unamused.
She then suggested climbing out the master bedroom window. Genius! We climb out (I have zero documented proof of this at this time because Kelli was much too grumpy with me.) and our neighbor was laughing uncontrollably at us.
I bail, saying I was already late for a class that I really needed to go to. I come home after school to find our door intact, but with this lovely sight.
Why, yes, that IS zebra duct tape, because we are classy ladies. I got the low-down from Kelli, and it turns out that our Herculean neighbor had to lift the door off of its hinges in order to allow access in and our of our apartment.
We informed our landlords. They are unamused.
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