Oh My God That Just Sucked So Bad!
I went to take the trash down to the dumpster, and left my house keys sitting on the table. I had two big armloads of trash bags, and it was going to be a quick trip, so I just wore a t-shirt. It’s like 30 degrees out right now. So I ran to the dumpster, threw my shit in there…and then turned in horror as I reached into my pockets and realized I was now locked outside with no keys and nobody inside I could call to let me in. (Ahh the irony of living in a world where I take my phone to the dumpster, but not my keys.) 
So I sat, in the cold, pushing the page button for every single apartment in the building, until some kind soul finally buzzed the door and let me in. Our awesomly ghetto apartment doesn’t have an intercom, so you can’t tell who you are letting in. So normally, when someone pages my apartment and I haven’t called for a pizza or know anyone that is coming over, I never buzz the door for them. But now I’m always going to have to wonder if some poor dumbass isn’t down there freezing his ass off because he forgot his keys.
Anyway…thank you, whoever you were that was brave enough to let a stranger into the building. 
It’s much warmer in here.
November 26th, 2005 at 5:35 pm
i have a very deep-seated fear of locking mysefl somewhere inhospitable. when i had my apartment in hawaii, i locked myself out on multiple occasions and often had to resort to sleeping on the benches in front of our building.
November 27th, 2005 at 12:55 pm
I had a similiar experience when I was about 11 - me and my good friend went over to my house right after school because her parents and siblings were going to a game or something out of town. Naturally, we wanted her house to ourselves to get into trouble so we ducked out and walked to her house and closed the blinds. It was about 15 degrees out but the dog was being so annoying that we decided to quick put him out on the leash thing to run around the yard for a bit. The trick latch locked itself behind us and we were stuck outside in t-shirts and shorts (we were playing volleyball in the gym after school before going home) with that stupid beagle. We couldn’t walk back to my place in what we were wearing or my mom would shoot us (if we didn’t die first), plus we would have to bring her dog, and we had little time to try to break into the house before we froze to death. We ended up going in the loft where we stashed and smoked cigarettes, lit a little fire in a trash bin, then did jumping jacks until we were warm enough to brave going and breaking into the house again. It took us about 3 rounds of jumping jacks before we managed to get in. I’ll never forget that day.