Locked out.

I locked myself out of the apartment building this morning, taking the trash out. Just this one time I decided not to take my keys with me because I was going to prop the door open.... Well the door won and slammed shut. First reaction was to just cry. I knew it was early and our landlord wouldn't be over till noon. That's four hours without keys, a phone, or money to even wait out the time at a coffee shop. But I knew the upstairs tenants might be home. Great, now I'm the crazy, annoying, downstairs neighbors who's going to buzz your apartment early in the morning. They're going to hate me.

Buzzed a couple times. No answer. I pretty much knew they were sleeping.

Sat on the stoop for forever, contemplating life and why I didn't bring my keys. (Wanted to cry and scream, but didn't.)

Waiting won't be so bad.

I wish I would have at least had cash on me to get a coffee.

Time to buzz again. One short one. Two longer ones.

Finally! A voice on the other end.

What makes me feel worse is that the guy came out after buzzing me in and apologized for not answering when I buzzed earlier. Are you kidding me!? Thank you, I said, and I'm so sorry I kept buzzing and woke you up.

Turns out I was only outside for 30 minutes, but it felt so much longer, and it would have been.

Lesson learned. Then I cried a teensy bit for being saved from the stoop with no cash, keys or phone.