Twice this week someone has said to me "You should've told me." I'm kinda tired of hearing it.
I'm not going to get into the first one, but it's about as ridiculous as this story.
I was really excited to get home last night. I picked up some food on my way and with the falling temp, I thought it would be a cozy TV night. Good times. And all was good until I reached the door to my apartment.
LOCKED OUT.
Ten months ago, the super in my building started some work in my bathroom. Yesterday, he came back to finish it (remember - 10 months later).
When he left, he locked the top lock. Fine except I don't carry the key to the top lock and in eight years, I've never locked that lock. I called him and waited 30 minutes for him to return my call. I told him and he said to me "Oh, you should've told me."
Right. Just lock what was locked.
So I walked up to 15th Street, waited another hour, and finally he showed up. I got the key and headed back home. I stopped off and had a new set of keys made. I think I need one of those rings people wear on their belt. It's too many keys. Too many.
So much for TV night. I fell asleep early. You should've told me.