Escape Artist

[legalmoose]

Natasha decided she wanted to check out the hallway this morning. The one outside the apartment doors. So when I opened the door to get the paper, out she shot. In my sleep-fogged state, I ran out after her, caught her, then turned around to see the door close behind me.

The door that locks automatically. I was in my boxers and a t-shirt, with a squirming cat in hand.

There's nothing quite like that moment when you realize you've just locked yourself out of the house in your underwear.

Thank heavens the second door to our place has a loud knocker and I was able to wake lioncub so he could let me in. I shudder to think what it would have been like, wandering down to the front desk, in boxers and bare feet with cat in hand, to get them to let me back into my apartment.

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[jss]

I shudder to think what it would have been like [...] to get them to let me back into my apartment.

Look on the bright side: At least you were in your boxers?

Seriously, though, if they're a professional management company they'd've either let you back in no questions asked or escorted you back and asked to see some ID to prove you were you once you got back in (and escorted you away had you not been able to, e.g., find your wallet quickly and show them your driver's license). I've had both of those happen when I'd locked myself out of my hotel room without ID in the past, and managed apartment buildings tend to be similar.

picture this...

[eyow.livejournal.com]

It's Christmas Day, a couple of years ago. Ray and I are both awake, but he insists on taking a shower before opening presents. While he's showering, someone knocks on the door - it's the postman! Mom had sent some presents via Express Mail (or whatever service it is that delivers the next day, no matter what day it is). I'm in my sleep shirt (short sleeves, knee-length, and no slippers or socks), and I stand at the door while signing for the package. Sable decides she wants to explore, and I run after her. The door closes behind me and locks. Sounds familiar? Sure, except that Ray's in the shower. And doesn't hear me knocking. For *twenty minutes*, because he takes really long showers. :P

I'm so glad that I live in Northern CA now, and it wasn't too terribly cold...maybe 50s? Still not great to be stuck outside, trying to hold on to a squirming cat who really wants to explore the world. :(