I have forgotten my keys 4 times this month. Though none have exceeded the stupidity of the time I locked myself and Jeff in the garage of my K-town garage. This month I have locked my keys in my apartment. To retrieve them I broke in through my bedroom window. I was used to it. We used to do this for my best friend’s house but it was through the side fence and through their study room window. I also used to do this through my parents’ bathroom window and through the top window of the hallway bathroom when I locked myself in there to get away from my mom. Breaking in and out was part of my childhood. Again this month I locked my keys in my car but I just waited for Jeff with my spare key. I also locked my keys in my classroom when I was in a rush to leave only to discover I couldn’t drive away because I didn’t have my keys. All the administrators were gone so I did the only thing available to me- jimmy the lock with a plaster wall scraper. Despite popular belief, picking a lock was a first for me. And now, I am on my phone blogging about locking my keys in the apartment and being stuck in the garage. So, I am waiting for Jeff to give me the spare key to my car. This way I can use my garage remote to leave, go to the front gate, which is open and go to my apartment to break in again. Brilliant! Yet not so much. Sigh.
