locked out
this morning i left my keys in my apartment. i forgot them when i decided that i needed a cigarette. as soon as the door slammed on my ass i realized i had to go back in for my lighter. i was barefoot with no keys. sweet. i get to walk to the store with bed head and ignore the sign that reads no shirt no shoes no service and went in wearing just panties with an ex boyfriend’s old wife beater. the clerk knows me but can’t see my feet and i asked if i could use the phone before i realized that i don’t have my cell so i have no numbers. its a little before noon so my roommates are’t even due home until this evening. when i buzzed all the doors it made my landlords dog bark but that was the only response i got. fuck. i’m going to have to climb over ten foot gate to get into the backyard for the ladder so i can hopefully scale the siding so i can crawl in my window that might be unlocked only if i can pop the screen out. the cops happen to be patrolling the street and saw me hanging from the iron bars as i was trying to swing my leg over so they stopped, interrogated me for breaking and entering, then made me call a locksmith so it ended up costing me sixty bucks. lovely.